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Not so funny now, huh?

“Five at the moment, but the company has been around twenty-three years. I can’t account for how many people have worked in the warehouse over time. It’s high turnover, as you can imagine.”

Sloane nodded. “Of course. Now, you say twenty years.

That must be hundreds of people.”

“Probably more,” he replied, relaxing into his chair.

“Probably more,” she echoed. “Now does everyone who works there wear t-shirts?”

“Objection, Your Honor,” his attorney interjected.

“Relevance.”

“I’m getting to it, Judge,” Sloane protested.

“Get to it faster, Counsel. I allow wide latitude on examination, but I’m not seeing what his company’s dress code has to do with allegedly stalking his ex-wife.”

“Understood,” she replied with a curt nod. “Mr.

Dominguez, warehouse employees are the only ones who wear t-shirts, correct? Salespeople wear polos, while o ce sta dresses in business casual attire, correct?”

He furrowed his brow. “That’s correct.”

Sloane was locked in like a sharpshooter. It was exhilarating and terrifying. “And this shirt that you’re wearing on the exact date and time stamped on the video, it says celebrating twenty years of excellence, correct?”

“Well, there’s—”

“It’s a yes or no question,” Sloane snapped.

“Yes.”

“So given this video was taken in March of the twentieth year, this particular shirt had only been available for three months at most, right?”

Mr. Dominguez’s eyes narrowed. His open, easy face turned cold. “I don’t know. It’s not like I keep track of that sort of thing.”

“Fair enough. How much turnover would you say there was in the warehouse in the six months before this picture was taken?”

“I don’t know. You’d have to ask HR,” he snapped.

“In fact, there were no new employees, were there? At the time of this video, only five people had this shirt, correct?”

Ari tried not to smirk when he begrudgingly agreed.

Sloane played the video. It followed the man in the orange

shirt as he grabbed a soda from a fridge and a package of chips.

“Sir, did you drive fifteen miles away from your job where you passed several convenience stores, not to mention the vending machines at your workplace, just to pick up a snack?” Sloane asked as the man on the video walked up to the cash register to pay for his items.

“I’m forced to take a full hour whether I want to or not.

Sometimes I drive around,” he replied, adjusting himself in his seat. Ari was sure he knew what was coming next. She hoped he was as scared as his ex-wife had been so many times.

“Now, what’s this here?” Sloane asked innocently, zooming in on the transaction.

“I guess I was getting some cash back,” he replied dryly.