“For not saying he lied to you.” She came back and sat down. “Everybody says he lied to you. I’ve had four different federal employees explain to me that you were a victim, in a voice like they were doing me a favor.

“You want to know what I actually thought, when they told me who you were? The night I came to your building?” She almost smiled. “I thought: the woman who hid the money is going to save me.

That’s the world I live in now. That’s the sentence I go to sleep on.”

I took it. I did not defend myself. It was correct.

“I’m testifying,” Maya said. “I decided in February. I just wanted to say the other thing first.”

At the door, with the marshals looking up from their cards, she said one more thing.