Cate reached Gina after Warren had gone to bed. She told the story, start to finish, going back from morning until night. Afterwards there was complete silence on the end of the line. “Geen?”
“I’m here, trying to figure out when your life got so exciting. Sex videotapes? What is this world coming to?”
“No good.”
Gina sighed. “But you know what I don’t get? How did Russo know it was you on the tape?”
“It is me.”
“You said you couldn’t see your whole face, just the lower half. How does he know for sure that it’s you?”
“He does. He sounded like he did.”
“How was the audio? Could you tell it was your voice?”
“No, not really.” Cate thought about it. She’d been too panicked to analyze it before. “What if he remembered my outfit from court that day, or my shoes?”
“Is he gay?”
“He’s Italian.”
“Mutually exclusive.”
Cate laughed, feeling her body relax into the soft chair. But it was a puzzle. How did Russo know it was her? Then she realized something. “Wait a minute. He doesn’t know it’s me. Rather, he does, but he can’t prove it.”
“To who?”
“Oh no.” The answer struck Cate like a blow. “Hear me out. First Russo comes over and softens me up with his sob story. Then he surprises me with the tape and Partridge’s criminal record. Then he tells me things that I know are on the tape, like that he saw me throw the money.”
“Okay.”
“Then he confronts me with the porny part of the tape, knowing I won’t watch it with him there. He knew the tape wouldn’t show me, so he was tricking me with the fact of the tape itself. He wanted to scare me into admitting it was me. It’s Cross-Examination 101, isn’t it?” Cate straightened up, convinced. “He even said as much to me, at the door. He said, ‘Admit it. It was you.’”
“But so what if you admit it? He goes and tells somebody?”
Cate drew the only conclusion possible. “He must have been wearing a wire.”
Gina yelped. “Yo, that’s evil.”
“But smart. I bet he wired himself. He needed me to say it was me, on tape. Why? To prove it to his friend, his old partner, the detective on the Simone murder. Nesbitt.”
“I get it! He finds this juicy videotape in the motel, plugs it into the VCR and sees you, then he runs over to his old partner, whatever his name is—”
“Nesbitt. He tells Nesbitt it’s me on the tape, but Nesbitt watches it and isn’t buying it.”
“Inattentive blindness strikes again. His brain won’t let him see you because you’re not supposed to be there.”
“Ta-da!” Cate smiled. “Thank God that supposedly normal people can be in denial.”
“So Russo has to prove it to Nesbitt.” Gina paused. “But you think Nesbitt would tell him to wear a wire?”
“Hell, no. Nesbitt seemed like a straight arrow to me. I don’t think he’d sanction Russo threading a federal judge with a porn tape. To what end? I think Russo is losing it. He’s on his own.”
“So what are you gonna do? Tell Nesbitt?”
“No. Right now, I have deniability. It’s not me on that tape.” Cate flushed, embarrassed. “The last thing I want is them knowing about, well, you know. My dates. I started lying and I have to stick with it. And please don’t tell me about tangled webs.”
“I wouldn’t.” Gina’s tone warmed. “I feel terrible for you.”
“My own fault.” Cate shook her head. “And you know what? This morning I told Nesbitt that I went home after my date last night. He must have been surprised when his pal came up with the greatest-hits tape.”
“You’re still in the clear. Maybe he’ll think that was your date.”
“Or he’ll pretend he does for political purposes. There’s no margin in knowing dumb secrets about a federal judge.”
“Right. I’d let it lie. It’s bad enough you have this Russo gunning for you.”
“If I were the bitch he thinks I am, I’d get him fired. I’ll tell you one thing, he’d better not show up in my courtroom again.” Then Cate heard herself. My courtroom? She never thought she’d say that. If that was the silver lining to this cloud, it wasn’t silver enough.
“Russo can’t do anything to you, Cate. You’re not crooked, so he can’t prove that you are.”
“But he can make my life miserable. And it looks like he’s about to.”
“We won’t let him.”
“Right!” Cate said, cheering up.
“So meanwhile, did you say two dozen roses?”
Cate laughed. “Uh, yeah. Is that important right now?”
“You’re damn right it is. You wanna talk about what you’re going to do about The Tiffany Guy?”
“I already know,” Cate answered, and told her.