The evidence was airtight. And yet, here stood Ryan, grinning like he was invincible.
When being asked if he had anything to say before sentencing, Ryan leaned into the microphone. “Yeah, Your Honor,” he said,
the sarcasm dripping in his tone. “I guess I’ll just be back here next month anyway.
You guys can’t do anything to me. Juvenile detention? Please. It’s like summer camp with locks.”
Whitmore’s jaw tightened. He had seen arrogance before, but Ryan’s smug confidence was chilling—an open mockery of the law itself.
The prosecutor shook her head. Even Ryan’s public defender looked embarrassed.
“Mr. Cooper,” Judge Whitmore said firmly, “you think the law is a game. You think your age shields you from consequences.
But I assure you, you are standing on the edge of a cliff.”
Ryan shrugged. “Cliffs don’t scare me.”
Then
