“Typical?”

“Do you usually see each other more often?”

“It really depends on our schedules.”

“He hasn’t tried to contact you about this? Feel you out?”

“No.”

“Okay, here’s what I’m thinking,” said Ingrid. “That video depicts a felony. Multiple felonies, actually. Sexual assault cases are absolutely the hardest cases to win in front of a jury. Worse than a murder without a body. But this video makes it a slam dunk.”

“How?” asked Edie.

“You heard what he said about her peeing? It can be very difficult to prove a woman didn’t consent to sex if she knows the man. Or men, in this case. Especially if she’s been intimate with either of them before, or if she agreed to go home with even one of them. In most cases like this, where alcohol or drugs are involved, everything is circumstantial. Her past and her ‘character’ come into play. Basically, it’s all going to be about her. She’s both the victim and the accuser, so she’s under a microscope. But even if she reported it the next day there’s no way to test what was in her system when the sex happened. Maybe she was incapacitated or maybe she was just tipsy. There’s a ton of reasonable doubt. Most prosecutors aren’t eager to risk their conviction rate, and lots of women stop cooperating eventually. It’s a nightmare.

“But.” Ingrid paused dramatically. “The one almost surefire way to convince a jury that a woman was not capable of consenting to sex is if she loses control of her bodily functions. Plus, there’s a new ‘revenge porn’ law aimed at people who pass around videos like this. With the right prosecutor, the asshole filming could easily spend twenty years in prison. Ridley Drake knows that.”

Edie and her parents took this in.

“What are you telling us?” asked Gabe finally.

“What do you mean?” said Ingrid.

“Exactly what I said. What are you telling us? What should we do?”

“I’m not here to tell you what to do,” said Ingrid.

“Well what the fuck are you here for?”