Gone-Girl-by-Gillian-Flynn

Tanner tightened his tie, twisted a diamond-studded wedding band,
assessing me. ‘She never told you.’
‘I haven’t heard a single thing about this,’ I said. ‘From anyone. But
especially not from Amy.’
‘You’d be surprised, the number of women who still find it a stigma.
Ashamed.’
‘I can’t believe I—’
‘I try never to show up to one of these meetings without new information
for my client,’ he said. ‘I want to show you how serious I am about your case.
And how much you need me.’
‘This guy could be a suspect?’
‘Sure, why not,’ Tanner said too breezily. ‘He has a violent history with
your wife.’
‘Did he go to prison?’
‘She dropped the charges. Didn’t want to testify, I assume. If you and I
decide to work together, I’ll have him checked out. In the meantime, think of
anyone who took an interest in your wife. Better if it’s someone in Carthage,
though. More believable. Now—’ Tanner crossed a leg, exposed his bottom
row of teeth, uncomfortably bunched and stained in comparison with his
perfect picket-fence top row. He held his crooked teeth against his upper lip
for a moment. ‘Now comes the harder part, Nick,’ he said. ‘I need total
honesty from you, it won’t work any other way. So tell me everything about
your marriage, tell me the worst. Because if I know the worst, then I can plan
for it. But if I’m surprised, we’re fucked. And if we’re fucked, you’re fucked.
Because I get to fly away in my G4.’
I took a breath. Looked him in the eyes. ‘I cheated on Amy. I’ve been
cheating on Amy.’
‘Okay. With multiple women or just one?’
‘No, not multiple. I’ve never cheated before.’
‘So, with one woman?’ Bolt asked, and looked away, his eyes resting on a
watercolor of a sailboat as he twirled his wedding band. I could picture him
phoning his wife later, saying, Just once, just once, I want a guy who’s not an
asshole.
‘Yes, just one girl, she’s very—’