"Mr. Stewart... Mr. Edgar Stewart... are you listening, sir? Mr. Stewart!" The judge's stern voice pierced through the fog of Edgar Stewart's thoughts, pulling him back from the depths of his memories. It had been a lifetime since he'd found himself in a courtroom, entangled in the complexities of the law. Throughout his existence, Edgar had never brushed shoulders with the police or the legal system. Yet, here he was. "Could you please tell us, Mr. Stewart, where you were on the 11th of September, at 4 o'clock in the evening?" The judge's polite inquiry brought Edgar back to the present moment. Edgar Stewart was the epitome of a respectable man – a devoted family man, well-dressed, employed at a bank, blessed with a wife and two children. But the real focus wasn't on him. "I had just left my office," Edgar began, gathering his thoughts. "I was on my way to my car with a few colleagues, fellow bankers like myself. Then, I rece...