"Do you swear, John Hastings, that by the power of the God whom we know to be, and by the strength of your own mind, you will tell us what you saw in that instrument?"
"I do so swear."
"You may proceed."
He drew himself together. "I found her at her mother's house. Even though it's vacant now, she liked to go back there occasionally when I was away."
The twelve other jurors were leaning forward in their boxes. I could feel my body itching from the strain.
"You located her at her mother's house, at 4AH54 on the Third Level, Eighty-first Sector, west of the Hudson?"
"I did."
"Continue."
"She was sitting on the lawn in front of the house, talking to a man. His back was toward me."
"You could not see his face?"