And where she had spent a year building an audience to witness my incapacity, I would let that same audience become the witnesses to her crime.

Every element of her plan, I meant to turn into its mirror image and hand back to her.

The cameras were the heart of it.

I had spent a career learning that the difference between a case that wins and a case that collapses is almost always evidence that cannot be argued with — not testimony, which can be impeached, not documents, which can be disputed, but a defendant convicting herself in her own voice while she believes no one is watching.

So we wired the house and we waited, and I went on drinking nothing she handed me, and I let my clever wife believe she was three days from everything she wanted.

Chapter 24 — She Sets the Stage