No one answered.
Maya stepped toward the doorway. Reed moved aside for the first time since the detention began. He did not tell her where to stand.
Marcus watched her leave the room. He recognized immediately that the tone around her had changed. A court administrator came down the corridor almost at once.
"Judge Williams, we've been trying to reach you."
Marcus looked at his legal pad, then at Maya. The title changed his understanding of who she was. It did not change what he had seen.
Evelyn understood the same thing. But for her, the moment carried something else. She had known. She had known before Reed did, before the supervisor did, and before Judicial Administration called. She had still walked away.
Maya passed the clerk station. Evelyn stood.
"Judge Williams."
Maya stopped briefly. "Evelyn."
The clerk opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Maya did not force the conversation. She continued toward the elevators with the administrator.
The supervisor waited until the doors closed before turning to Reed. "Tell me exactly what happened."
Reed crossed his arms. "Her credential failed. She refused to leave the restricted area. She became confrontational, so I detained her pending identification."
Marcus heard enough of the explanation to look down at his notes again: No visible resistance. Baton at doorway. Control panel accessed after detention began. He checked the email he had sent to himself. The timestamp was there.
The supervisor pointed toward the computer. "Is the report finished?"
"Almost."
"Do not change anything else."
Reed's expression shifted. "I was only updating it with the identification result."
"I said stop."
The supervisor sat at the desk and opened the incident log. His eyes moved across the report. Then he looked toward the dark camera indicator.
"Why is the room camera offline?"
"It was already having problems."
"Was there a maintenance ticket?"
"I don't know."
"You were assigned to that station. You should know."
Reed did not answer.
The supervisor looked back at the screen. "Where is the audio?"
Reed glanced toward the service panel. "I had to check the system."
The supervisor followed his eyes. "What did you do?"
"Nothing unusual."
"That was not my question."
Reed's voice became defensive. "I switched it to manual while I checked the feed."
"When?"
"During the detention."
The supervisor stared at him. "You touched the recording system while you were holding a person in that room."
"It wasn't recording properly."
"And you documented that?"
Reed said nothing.
The supervisor closed the report window. "Do not touch this computer again."
Outside, the courthouse remained under pressure from the demonstration, but the problem at East Security had already moved beyond a failed badge scan. The supervisor called Internal Administration and requested preservation of the security logs.
Marcus put his legal pad back under his arm. Evelyn sat down slowly behind her desk. Reed remained beside the computer, no longer in control of the report he had been writing.