Rex stopped in front of him and began to growl. Deeply. Menacingly. The courtroom held its breath.

— What does this mean?.. — the judge whispered.

Oliver stepped back. Rex moved forward, rose onto his hind legs, and pushed his nose into the breast pocket of the uniform. Oliver flinched.

— Get that dog away from me! — he shouted, but it was already too late.

A guard stepped forward, but the prosecutor motioned for him to wait. A court officer approached, opened the pocket — and pulled out a flash drive.

— What is this? — the judge asked.

Rex sat down at Oliver’s feet and didn’t take his eyes off him for a second.