Battery levels, speaker groups, and camera grids—they were all present, awake, and awaiting instruction. It was clear what he had to do now. A few clicks and adjustments would give him the result he wanted.
He swallowed. He did not want a courtroom. He wanted an ending that arrived quickly, with nobody injured, with a lesson engraved deeper than a judgment. He pictured his aunt’s satisfied smile evaporating. He pictured his uncle mispronouncing habeas something while sprinting down the lawn in expensive slippers.