Transcript of private conversation between Cooper Lamb and Maya Rain, captured using an ambient recording app on Lamb’s smartwatch
COOPER LAMB: This place is huge! You could fit my entire brownstone inside here. Twice.
MAYA RAIN: Interesting you mention that. Why were you outside my apartment yesterday morning?
LAMB: You saw me down on Eighteenth Street, huh?
RAIN: I was waiting for you to come upstairs and tell me whatever was on your mind, but you never did.
LAMB: Maybe I was working up the courage until your boyfriend showed up in his white Bronco.
RAIN: Ahh, so you saw Detective Bernstein pick me up. Is that what this is about?
LAMB: Detective, huh? So formal. Especially considering you two started kissing after you climbed into the passenger seat.
RAIN: You know, Cooper, I didn’t think you were one of those sleazy private eyes who goes around taking photos of married men with their younger lovers. Guess I was wrong about you.
LAMB: Is Bernstein your sugar daddy? Because I have no idea how he swings your Rittenhouse Square condo on his police salary.
RAIN: Bernstein has nothing to do with where I live. I’m not dating him. You have the wrong idea about so many things.
LAMB: Maya, this is f------ hopeless. I already know who’s paying for that place of yours. In fact, I’m going to pay him a visit this afternoon. I just wanted you to tell me the truth. Just one time.
RAIN: You’re free to speculate however you want.
LAMB: By the way, who’s Vanessa?
RAIN: Are you just throwing random names at me to see if I’ll react?
LAMB: It’s either your real name or another identity you use. I’m leaning toward the former.
RAIN: I don’t have an alias or a pseudonym or an alternate identity. Just being me is enough.
LAMB: If only I knew who you really were.
RAIN: You’re looking at her.
LAMB: (Pause) I’d better go before Maddie and Archie Jr. decide to formally adopt my dog.