“Emiliano,” I told him, “is also sleeping with your wife.” I showed him the rest.

He watched the kiss.

He heard the part about the crash.

And I watched a quiet, decent man’s face change into something harder and more resolved.

“I’m not going to make a scene,” he said, when it was over.

“I’m going to follow the money.” It was exactly the right instinct, and it was the moment I knew I would win.