Fenton winced at the word prostitute, then shook his head. After a long pause, he finally met Pryce’s eyes. “I know it sounds lame, Detective, but things hadn’t been good between myself and Catherine for a long time. The first time it happened was on a business trip to New York with a couple of other guys at my law firm. They’d arranged hookups with call girls before and didn’t seem to think it was a big deal, so on that occasion, I went along with it as well.”

“Then you started arranging these hookups on your own, while in LA?”

Fenton took a sip of whiskey and nodded. “Yes, although it wasn’t really a regular thing. An occasional treat if I’d had a particularly stressful case at work or things had been really bad with Catherine. I found the girls online, usually met them someplace in Hollywood. Then Catherine found out. She’d suspected I was being unfaithful, but she hit the roof when she discovered I’d been seeing call girls. She warned me if I strayed again, the marriage would be over. This was a couple of years back.”

Pryce nodded. “We believe your wife hired a man named Nate Daniels on a number of occasions to tail both you and the women you were seeing.”

“I’d never even heard of this Nate Daniels guy until a couple of days ago,” Fenton said bitterly. “I guess I wasn’t the only one keeping secrets.” He finished the whiskey and signaled to the bartender for another.

“What about Amy Ong?” Pryce asked. “When did you start seeing her?”

“Around four or five months ago. I hadn’t hooked up with anyone since the night Catherine found out what was going on and went crazy. I’d really tried to give my marriage another shot, tried to make things work. Then, one night, after working late in my study, I opened a bottle of Scotch and clicked on one of the websites I used to use. That’s when I saw the photo of Cindy. Sorry, Amy. She was so beautiful. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. A couple of days later, I arranged to meet her.”

“Then she got pregnant?”

“Unfortunately, yes. We hooked up a couple of times, and everything was great. The third time we met up, she broke the news. I couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe how dumb I’d been.”

“How did you know the baby was yours?”

Fenton glanced up as the server placed another Scotch in front of him. Waited until the young man had retreated back to the bar before answering Pryce’s question. Shame was written all over his face.