You decide to bring up the transaction logs.

“Your honor, if my client were to rob this bank, why would he deposit the stolen money in the exact same vault? I know my client, and I hope for your trust, that my client is not that stupid. We know that the name Fredrick Jalbanos is an alias, and a person that does not exist on paper outside of this bank.”

You glance around and see the jury mumbling amongst themselves in agreement with your statement, and you look across to find something that makes you so happy. Jackson is snarling at you, but its the kind of snarl that is to hide a fear, a fear from something being found that should have never been found again.

The judge states “Please, continue with the case.”