If Norman's stalling was riling Jack any, he didn't show it. His face was still and stonelike as Norman took his time choosing, and stayed that way as he pulled the transcript of Osborn's conversation with Cavil out of his jacket and passed it to Norman without a word. It was a crossing of the Rubicon. Osborn could easily use the transcript in court to claim an illegal breach of a private conversation, especially if the involvement of a vigilante became known. But to do that would be to publicize the content of that transcript, content which made it clear that America's would-be greatest hero was an assassin with blood on his hands.

The ball was in Osborn's court now. Jack waited and betrayed nothing.