Most people had cleared out of the courthouse by now. I mean, it was, after all, almost 11:00. The only ones that should still be here are the janitors and nightshift guards. I was just on my way out, anyway, having just finished up some trial prep.

I’m walking down the stairs when a distant singing voice travels to my ears. I stop in my tracks, brows furrowing as I listen. I don’t know if I should mock whoever it is for singing in a public space (a courthouse, no less), or if I should be extremely impressed with their talent. Can I even blame them? The acoustics in here are so good that I have had to resist the temptation a couple times myself.

I decide to follow the voice. There is an odd moment in there where it feels like I’m a sailor being lead to my death by a siren. I pause by a pillar when I finally get eyes on the culprit. A soft smile comes to my face.

“Encore!” I call, tucking my briefcase under my arm to applaud them.