Chapter 3

“Yeah. He was with the Pres in the photo, and he had his clothes on, but it was him.” I forced myself to laugh. I didn’t want anyone, not even Vince, to know how I was hurting. “And y’know what was even funnier?”

“No, but I’m sure you’ll tell me.”

I kept laughing. If I stopped…“The Pres was commending him for being such a morally upright member of the CIA.” The john who liked to wear long red wigs and women’s pink underwear.

“Really.” For some reason that interested him. “Do you happen to remember his name?”

“No. Sorry. You know I’m not into politics.”

“What happened to the original tape?”

I waved my hand vaguely. “It’s around somewhere.”

“Mind looking for it for me?”

“Sure.” I couldn’t imagine why he wanted it. He’d never struck me as the kind of man who got off on porn, but I’d never questioned the preferences of my clients, and even if Vince wasn’t a client, it was his business.

“Thanks. I appreciate it.”