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partying.   They went out drinking.   And it was all good to Ethan because she was
twenty-one years old.   Her ID said she
was twenty-one.   Her appearance said she
was twenty-one.   He had no reason
whatsoever to suspect otherwise.”
    Then Trevor nodded to his computer
guy, a nod that alerted him to get ready.    “The picture the family is circulating to the media is this photograph.”
    The screen in the room showed a big
picture of an innocent-looking thirteen-year-old.
    “If that was the image that Amber
Schwartz portrayed the night in question, then I, too, would be outraged.   I, too, would recommend the harshest
punishment for Ethan Campbell.”
    Ethan’s smile almost left his face,
but Carly moved closer to him, reminding him by her presence alone to keep up
appearances.   He continued to smile.
    “But that wasn’t the image she
portrayed that night,” Trevor continued.
    The screen showed a series of
photographs, of a much older looking Amber Schwartz in very suggestive
clothing.   The media snapped pictures of
the images vigorously.
    “This is the image Amber Schwartz
portrayed the night Ethan met her,” Trevor said.   “And as you can see, she looks nothing like
those photographs of an innocent thirteen-year-old the public has been
inundated with.   Amber Schwartz looks as
if she is thirty, not thirteen.”
    Trevor began to describe the various
photos.   “There she is in yet another
club,” he said as a picture of her dancing in a nightclub came on screen.   “There she is drinking with much older women.   And men, by the way.   And here she is showing off an ID that puts
her age at twenty-one.   An ID that looks
completely real, folks.”
    Then he stopped looking at the
photographs and turned his full attention back to the assembled media.   “What in the world, I ask you, was Ethan
supposed to do?   What more, I ask you,
could Ethan have done?   And as to her rape
charge?   Give me a break!   You don’t party with a girl.   Drink all night with a girl.   And then, when the girl begs you to take her
home with you, you take her home and rape her?   She begged for it, and we have plenty of witnesses willing to make it
clear that she begged for it.   She begged
for him to get it, but then he had to take it?   Give me a break!   He didn’t rape
anybody.   He doesn’t have a violent bone
in his body.   This woman, and I call her
that because that is how she presented herself, is out for blood.   Blood money.   Pure and simple.   Ethan Campbell
is the real innocent in all of this.”
    Ethan’s smile went into
overdrive.   He looked at Carly, pleased
with the strategy she came up with.   Decimate the girl, Carly had suggested, and that was exactly what they
were doing.   Carly was smiling too, and
even returned Ethan’s look with an even grander smile of her own.   But it was all for the cameras.   It was all for show.   She was dying inside.  

 
    The knocks on her door later that
night didn’t make her feel any better.   Especially when she opened the door quickly, certain it was her
assistant Muriel.   Muriel had just left
her home a few minutes ago, and she thought she had forgotten something and had
come back.   She always forgot to mention
something, or forgot something outright.
    “What is it this time?” Carly asked
cheerfully when she opened the door.   When she saw that it was Ethan Campbell, she was stunned.   But not so thrown that she couldn’t move to quickly
close the door she had just so casually opened.   But his shoe blocked the way.
    “What do you want?” she asked him.
    “I just want to thank you,” he said,
that same fake smile she coached him to display on full display tonight, as he
stepped into her home.
    “There’s no need to thank me,” Carly
said, folding her arms.   “Step back out
please.”
    But he closed the door instead.   “Come on, now, Carly.   You had a great strategy.   And it worked!   The least