Roma’s team shifted forward in perfect synchronization, their attention sharpening. Juniper caught the quick glance between them – this was exactly the type of juror they wanted. Before she could probe deeper, Roma’s smooth voice cut in.

“Objection, Your Honor. Counsel is starting to venture into matters of policy rather than qualification.”

Judge Donahue nodded. “Sustained. Please keep your questions focused on juror qualification, Ms. Valenca.”

The next potential juror, Michael Richmourth, wore his military background in his bearing. His crew cut was fresh, his responses crisp and direct. But something in the way his eyes tracked Roma’s movements raised flags Juniper couldn’t ignore.