My brother actually laughed at dinner and said, ‘I sold that useless laptop of yours for five hundred bucks. Finally got rid of your junk.’ My cousins cheered him on. Then he added, almost proudly, ‘Already handed it off to the buyer.’ I got up, stepped outside, and called my supervisor. By the time I made the report, the FBI cyber team was already tracking the device…
and victim in this matter, do you wish to make a statement at this stage?”
I had prepared something. Not emotional. Not theatrical. Just true.
I stood.
The courtroom air felt dry enough to crack.
“Your Honor, my brother entered my residence without permission, took a clearly marked secure federal device, and sold it to an unknown buyer for cash. Whether continue reading …
