Natasha corners me in the courthouse bathroom during the lunch recess.
I'm washing my hands, preparing to go back on the stand for what Marcus promises will be the final round of testimony, when the door opens and she walks in. Alone. No lawyers. No witnesses. Just her and me and whatever desperation she's got left.
"We need to talk." Her voice is different now. Raw. The polished veneer completely gone.
I should leave. Should call security. Should do literally anything except stay in this bathroom with a woman who's proven she'll do anything for money. But something keeps me there. Maybe curiosity. Maybe the need to see this through to the end.
"We have nothing to talk about."
"Five million dollars." She says it fast, like she's afraid if she doesn't get it out quickly she'll lose her
