Gelman was in-between chemo treatments and looking a lot better today. In fact, she was dressed and waiting around for her green light to return to her sister's house. That was the good news. The bad news was that when she glowered at me, holding the photo of Ferdinand and the woman tight enough to turn her fingers white, she was healthy enough that if she decided to blame the messenger, I was toast.
Fuck it. What was one more target on my back? "Do you know her or not?"
"This photo is a fake." She flung it back at me.
I picked it up off the ground and brushed it off. "Based on your savvy Photoshop skills?"
"Based on the fact that Tessa would never have anything to do with a Rasha. She isn't working with one and she certainly wasn't involved with one."
I picked up the photo and shrugged. "Looks pretty chummy to me."
"Then she's being coerced."
"Yeah, at a patio restaurant with a good view and a fancy-ass bottle of wine. Scary."