“I do mind. I’ve had enough of this. I want you both to leave.”

Juliet looked at him and slowly began to applaud.

“Stop it!”

She did, nodded, and said in approval, “What you said, Kent, it was well done. A lawyer couldn’t have been more fluent, more convincing. If I didn’t have my own personal firsthand experience with what a pervert you are, I might have been fooled. Being in charge of the New York office has toughened you up. Has it made you tough enough to maybe even disagree with Alex once in a while?”

Kent turned on Mia. “You’re responsible for this, aren’t you? You talked Juliet into saying these ridiculous things to me, to make all these vile accusations. None of it is true. It’s obvious Juliet has suffered a breakdown, and I’m sorry for it, but it has nothing to do with me. Or with Alex. Why are you doing this?”

Mia said quietly, “Because seven years ago you and Alex drove from Boston to a fraternity rave at Godwyn University in Pennsylvania. You wanted new prey, and you wanted anonymity. You picked out the girl and Alex roofied her drink, but something went very wrong. You had to set fire to the frat house to get her out of there.”

His expression of shocked disbelief turned to angry insult. He kicked back in his chair, folded his arms over his chest. “Godwyn University? I’ve hardly even heard of it. Drive to Pennsylvania for a stupid college rave? That’s crazy, and it’s fiction. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Mia continued, “Do you remember her name, Kent? It was Serena. You and she spent time talking about gaming. Maybe she only told you her handle—Aolith. She told me all about you when we were in the bathroom. She was having fun with you, another gamer. You and Alex murdered her, Kent, and you buried her. And we have proof.”

“I will say it again. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never known a girl named Serena or Aolith, and I’ve never been to Godwyn University. Juliet, I suggest you consider getting some help for your issues. As for you, Mia, you’re a disgrace to your profession. I’d like both of you to leave.”

Mia said, “I’m sure Alex told you about the two photographs I showed around of the two of you at that rave seven years ago. One photo clearly shows Alex’s silver link bracelet and his notched ear from his accident playing lacrosse. It shows him next to Serena’s drink, about to put the roofie in it. And there you are, Kent, wielding your imaginary sword, and Serena’s laughing. All in good fun, until she took a drink.”