donât think so,â said her attorney, leveling his gaze at Browne. âThat hasnât come up in our discussions in preparing for this interview.â
âNot at this time,â answered Mahoney. âRight now weâre interested in your relationship with Senator Miller.â
âHow physical were these sessions? Did you inflict pain?â asked Browne.
âYes. He wanted that more and more. But I never hurt him.â She looked directly into Browneâs eyes. âI never hurt one of my clients, and I never would.â
âTell us what happened this past Wednesday.â
âHe came for a previously scheduled session. He changed. We role-played. I put him in restraints. . . . He liked that. I did the usual stuff.â
âCan you be more specific?â
Abica dropped her eyes. âI whipped him. I spanked him. After the session was over, I cleaned up, and he went into the dressing room to change back into his suit. I left because I was meeting a friend for a drink. Thatâs the last time I saw him.â
âWas it normal for you to leave the apartment before a client departed?â
âNo. But he was a longtime client, he knew how to let himself out, and I was running late.â
Mahoney leaned forward. âOne question: did you and Senator Miller ever play asphyxiation games in which he was temporarily deprived of oxygen?â
âNo. We did plenty of other stuff but not that.â
âDid you ever play asphyxiation games with other clients?â
Abica lowered her eyes, averting Mahoneyâs penetrating gaze. âYes.â
âHow often?â
âNot a lot. Maybe a half dozen times. Itâs not my thing really. But if a client wanted it done, I did it.â Her eyes teared up. âI did a lot of things that made me sick. I could tell you things that would make you want to throw up. Itâs not glamorous work, you know.â
Browne resumed his line of questioning. âSo the last time you saw Senator Miller, he was doing exactly what?â
âHe was stepping into the changing room and I told him he could let himself out when he was done. I knew there were no more sessions scheduled at that location for the rest of the day. So I went up the stairs and left the townhouse.â
âDo you remember what time that was?â
âIt was twenty after six. I was meeting my friend for a drink at 6:30 p.m. I was worried Iâd be late, which is why I remember.â
âAs you left the building, did you encounter anyone who could place you there at that time?â asked Browne. âA street vendor, a parking garage attendant, someone like that?â
âNo,â said Amber morosely. âI didnât drive so thereâs no parking garage. I took the Metro.â
The prosecutor made more notes. âMetro security cameras might have captured her going through the turnstiles,â said Abicaâs attorney helpfully.
âDonât worry,â said Browne dismissively. âWe know how to conduct investigations. Just make sure your client answers the questions honestly.â He turned back to Abica. âDid you see anything or anyone out of the ordinary as you left the townhouse?â
âLike what?â
âSomeone who might have been following Senator Miller or you.â
âNot that I noticed.â
âWhat was the name of the person you met for drinks?â asked the prosecutor.
âDaniel Blatt. Heâs a friend from law school.â
âWeâll want his contact information.â
âOf course,â said Abicaâs attorney. âWe can get you that.â
âAlright, letâs take a brief break. Ms. Abica, youâre welcome to use the restroom or grab something to drink if you want,â said Browne. âWeâll be back in a few minutes.â
They left the room and walked down the hall in a single file to Browneâs office. Closing the door