Madison looked at him, then at me.
“I gave the address to your office,” she said.
Priya glanced down at her phone. “The anonymous tip?”
Madison nodded.
I studied her. “Why?”
She seemed to search for the version of herself that knew how to answer.
“Because last night Jason asked me to lie,” she said. “Not about the affair. Not about money. About you. He wanted me to say I’d seen you injure yourself. That you talked about ruining him. That you had forged documents before.”
The words struck, but not as deeply as they once might have. Perhaps there were only so many times a person could be surprised by cruelty before surprise became recognition.
“And you refused?” I asked.
“I told him I needed time.”
“That is not the same as refusing.”
