Chapter 14

“Not long,” she replied. “But long enough.” She sounded neither sad not happy about it. The remark could’ve been taken either way.

And so “Happily?” I asked. I’d also asked it the night before, but not with a cam on, and so I asked it again, loud enough, I hoped, for my client to hear.

“I love my husband. I’d never cheat.” She had fake lenses in. She had fake everything in. And so, her face was unreadable. Meaning, the question hadn’t really been answered. Still, Arthur had at least one more bit of proof.

“Does he come here?” I asked. “To watch you perform?”

She shook her head, earrings swaying back and forth. “Doesn’t like to see me in drag.”

“Shame,” I said. “He’s missing out.”