False Accusations by Jacobson, Alan (great novels of all time .txt) 📕

not. It’s unethical to the level of criminality. It’s extortion, is what it is. But I didn’t want to completely alienate him, in case we decided to take his offer. And I certainly don’t want to blow this up to the point that the media gets hold of it—because then it doesn’t matter what we pay the crook.”

“Christ,” Madison said. “What the hell am I going to tell Leeza?”

“Knowing Leeza, I don’t think you should tell her. She’s already sensitive to Harding and the affair bullshit. It’ll look to her like you were guilty, and paid her off to shut her up. She may not understand.”

“Jeffrey, how did I get into this mess? Madison asked, his voice uneven.

Hellman leaned forward in his chair. It sounded as if his friend was crying. He had never, ever seen Phil Madison brought to tears.

“Why is this happening to me?”

“Phil, Phillip. Stop it. Don’t do this to yourself. You didn’t do anything wrong. There are sick people in this world. You just happen to have crossed the path of someone who had the ability and circumstances to make your life miserable.”

“What do you think I should do?”

“Take the evening and think about it. I have until tomorrow afternoon to get back to him.”

“I don’t want to do it, Jeffrey.”

“I know. But I want to do what’s in your best interest. Let’s not think with our emotions, okay? Take a few breaths, compose yourself, and get back to work. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Madison made it home early that evening, just as the kids were finishing dinner. He played a game of Hungry, Hungry Hippos, then rolled on the floor with them while Scalpel barked and licked him, then brought over a tennis ball to play catch with…politely demanding attention.

He capped off the night by lulling them to sleep with a story about dragons. Leeza was reading and vegging on the family room couch, having been relieved of her nightly duties for the first time in weeks. She was enjoying every minute of it.

Madison looked at her several times during the evening while they were watching a show, and he almost asked her opinion about what he should do. But since he did all their self-directed investing, he could easily write a check from their brokerage account. He ran that aspect of their lives, just as she paid the bills when they came in. She would never notice the missing fifty thousand dollars.

Each time he thought of bringing up the topic, he heard Jeffrey’s voice in the back of his mind: It’ll look to her like you’re guilty. She may not understand.

While that might in fact be the case, he just did not feel right about keeping it from her. Maybe she would feel better about it and would understand if she were consulted about it from the beginning.

As they were sitting there and Madison was about to broach the subject, Leeza received a call from her sister in Texas. She had not spoken to her in months, and that was that for the evening. Nearly two hours later, she came to bed. Madison was fast asleep, exhaustion winning out over stress. He had not gotten a decent night’s sleep in days.

The next morning, low, gray clouds hung from the sky. It had unexpectedly drizzled a bit, dampening the Sacramento Herald that had been lying on the step when Madison opened the door.

He thumbed through the paper, skimming the front page and catching up on some current events before turning to the sports and business pages. Suddenly, his eyes settled on a column by Carrie Anson. The headline struck him like a brick across the forehead:

When Your Doctor is Accused of Rape

He swallowed hard; felt a bit lightheaded. He began to read: “Rape is a disease in our society, one which occurs not only in dark, back streets and alleys, but now seems to pervade even the safest of places: our doctor’s office...”

Madison felt a rumbling deep inside his gut. “...When a woman places trust in her doctor, a prominent member of the medical community who has received numerous state and national awards, we must wonder just how safe we are when that door closes and clicks shut...” He started to skim, and caught key phrases: “...heading up a popular local nonprofit agency...had made overtures to her in public and now this tragic event. How could this happen in our community...”

Leeza walked into the kitchen to make the kids breakfast. She would want the newspaper when he was done with it.

Anything interesting?” she asked as she poured the pancake mix into the bowl.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing. The usual.” Remembering he had wanted to re-up his subscription to the Bee and cancel the Herald, he closed the paper, buried the front page under the Metro and Living sections, and then gave her a kiss. “See you around six, right after rounds, okay?”

“Sounds good,” she said, pouring a couple of dabs of batter onto the skillet.

He left and drove off. Dialed Hellman and caught him in his car on the way to the office.

“Have you seen the Herald?”

“That’s what you called about?” Hellman asked.

“I take it you haven’t read it.”

“It’s sitting on the seat here next to me.”

“Pull over and read Carrie Anson’s column. Page two. Call me right back.”

Thirty seconds later, Madison’s phone rang. He tapped his Bluetooth. “Yeah.”

“Jesus.”

“Pay them the money, Jeffrey.”

“Phil, I can go after them for this article. This is libelous.”

“Jeffrey, I’ve had enough. Even if you get them to print a retraction, they didn’t mention any names. What are they gonna say, the doctor we didn’t mention didn’t really do it? Are they going to say they made it up? No. Will they say we’re sorry we wrote the story, that there have been no formal charges filed against anyone? It’ll look like someone threatened them with a lawsuit, which is exactly what you’d be doing.”

“Phil—”

“Pay them the money, Jeffrey. Get her out of my life.”

“I’ll see if I can