"But cell phones aren't allowed in courtrooms!" Foggy argued, slamming his plate down on the table harder than necessary. He huffed, tossed his suit case aside, plopped down in the seat Matt had saved, and took a huge bite out of his burger.

"I know. That's why I'm telling you." Matt bit his bottom lip and focused on tossing his water bottle up and down.

The food court they were in was overloading his senses. There were too many noises, too many smells, too many people! It was giving him a headache and making his power go haywire. He just wanted Foggy to finish eating so they could go.

"Are you sure?" Foggy asked, his voice muffled and mouth stuffed with greasy fast food.

"I know what I heard, Foggy," Matt said. He steepled his fingers under his chin.

"Maybe he didn't know the rules?" Foggy suggested weekly, lowering his pop and pausing mid slurp.

"Each juror is searched every day. He must have snuck it in. It's the only explanation." Matt shook his head. Foggy shoveled a few fries into his mouth

"Hmmmm," Foggy hummed. He nibbled on his burger and shoved his fries in Matt's direction. "Want some?"

"You're not taking this seriously."

"What do you want me to say, Matt?" Foggy threw his hands in the air, one of them still holding his sandwich. "That I think someone is scheming some nefarious and evil plot? The juror is probably just a social media addict who didn't want to live without their phone, so they snuck it in."

"That's a weak excuse and you know it," Matt sighed. He tossed his water bottle on the table and rested his head in his hands.

"Okay, then what are we going to do about it?" Foggy asked tiredly, shoving his french fries once more in Matt's direction.

"All I want is for you to acknowledge that it's worth looking into," Matt said, his voice low and level. He ignored the french fries.

Foggy shrugged, grabbing a few fries and stuffing them into his mouth. "I acknowledge that it's worth looking into."

"Thank you." Matt pressed his hands into his forehead; his headache was worsening.

"But I also acknowledge that you're probably overreacting," Foggy added, taking a big sip of his drink again.

Matt raised an eyebrow, looking up and staring straight at Foggy. "Excuse me?"

Foggy scowled and lowered his drink. "Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?"

"Like you can see me. It's unnerving."

"Technically I can s-"

"Don't care. Its creepy." Foggy picked one of the pickles of his burger in disgust.

"Whatever," Matt sighed, flicking Foggy's discarded pickle away from him.
"Anyway, admit it, you tend to overthink things. And by 'things' I mean 'everything.' Don't deny it!" Foggy pointed a fry at him accusingly.

"Just promise me you'll look into it," Matt sighed.

"I promise," Foggy obliged, waving his hand through the air and sending some of his soda spraying everywhere.

"Thank you," Matt said through gritted teeth. Foggy nodded and held the fries up again.

"Now do you want a fry or not?"


Day two of the trial went pretty much the same as day one: Jack made his arguments, questioned a witness, and presented some form of evidence. Once he was done either Matt or Foggy would get up and cross examine the evidence. Most of the time it was Matt: Foggy preferred most of the behind- the- scenes stuff.

The entire time Matt was listening for the tapping of someone typing on their phone. No luck. No luck, that is, until around four hours into the long trial.

Matt was gesturing towards the evidence stand when he heard it.

Not the tapping of someone on their phone, no, but a click.

An almost silent click, too quiet to be heard by a normal human.

The click of a camera.

Matt froze. His words died on his tongue.

His 360-degree echolocation allowed him to see the jurors without turning, but he could tell without it that none of them were holding any sort of visible camera. And if they had been, someone would have called them out, right?

Matt strained his ears.

There was a pit-pat as someone tapped their fingers against the wooden desk. A rustle as someone adjusted their tie. A squeaking as someone played with their wedding rings.
Another click.

A fly buzzed around the courtroom. Someone took a sip of water. Someone adjusted their tie.

Click.

Someone was adjusting their tie.

Click.

More specifically, someone was readjusting their tie clip.

A hidden camera.

"Mr. Murdock!" the judge barked. Matt jumped back, startled.

Oh. He was in the middle of talking. Right.

"Sorry, your honor. I appear to have lost my train of thought." Matt shook his head, trying to gather his thoughts and continue with the cross examination.

It was difficult, to say the least. Each time he'd get going and start making a decent argument, he'd heard that little click and it would completely throw him off and he'd have to completely regather his thoughts.

Needless to say, Foggy was a little concerned once Matt finally sat down.

"Dude, what was that? You kept freezing up! Are you feeling okay? You look awful! What's wrong?" Foggy whispered, grabbing his shoulder tightly. Matt winced.

"One of the jurors has a camera," Matt hissed back through gritted teeth. He massaged his temples. He probably shouldn't have been using his enhanced hearing the whole time; he felt like a hundred nails were being repeatedly pounded into his skull and his ears were ringing.

"What?" Foggy's head whipped up to look at the jurors.

"A hidden camera. Disguised as a tie clip."

Foggy tensed and shifted.. "Which one?"

"Front row." Matt gritted out. He pressed the heels of his hands into his forehead, trying to get the ringing to stop. "Late forties, around 160 pounds..."

"The guy who's rocking the total supervillain looking goatee?" Foggy leaned forward, staring straight past Matt and at a juror. "Man, that guy is giving off total supervillain vibes. Him? Is it him, Matt?"

"I don't know, I'm blind," Matt hissed. "It's the third person on the left."

"Shouldn't you guys be paying attention to this?" Bruce asked, waving his hand at Jack, who was currently questioning a

"Shhhh!" Matt and Foggy hissed in unison. They turned back to their private conversation.

Bruce raised his eyebrows.

"Third person on the left…" Foggy whispered. "You mean the lady with the sunglasses?"

"Yeah. There's a camera on her tie clip."