"Not on my part. My deepest regret is that I was so far away, in Washington or overseas . . ."
"What about on Joan's part?"
"Joan always knew I loved her. I'm only sorry that she's not here to reassure you of that herself."
Nolan leaned forward. "For what reason, then, did you never discuss with her what must have been a nightmare of abuse?"
Lara folded her hands in front of her. "Because it was a nightmare, and I knew she was ashamed. Kerry was also family, and a former domestic violence prosecutor—the best possible person for Joan to talk with. It seemed cruel to make her repeat the painful facts to me in person, just out of some warped sense I was entitled to that as her sister. Helping Joan was about what was best for her, not me."
Once more, she watched Nolan calculate how to find the iceberg of dysfunction he seemed certain lurked beneath her answers. Abruptly, he asked, "Precisely how did you help her, Mrs. Kilcannon?"
"Through my husband."
Faced with the same cul-de-sac, Nolan shifted ground. "Did you refer her to a counselor?"
"No."
"Did you call the police on her behalf?"
"No."
"Or the District Attorney?"
"No."
"What about her protection? Did you play any role in that?"
"Outside of conversations with my husband? Not directly."
"Did you think her protection was adequate?"
In a spasm of memory, Lara saw the Eagle's Claw bullet ripping through Joan's jaw. Softly, she answered, "At the time. What your client did was beyond our imaginings. As my husband may have mentioned."
Nolan placed his palms on the table. "To be clear, Mrs. Kilcannon, what do you believe my client did?"
"Specifically? Lure a spousal abuser to a gun show in Las Vegas, where he could buy its deadly weapons without a background check, the better to kill my mother, niece and the sister for whom you're showing such concern." Swiftly, Lara thought of Kerry's plans. "As far as I know, Lexington is still doing that, and still more people will die as a result. Or have they at last started protecting people like Joan?"
Nolan stared at her. "Did you . . ."
"Are you," Lara cut in, "going to answer my question?"
Nolan managed a brief smile. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Kilcannon. But as Professor Gold may have informed you, depositions are a one way street. I'm only a lawyer here . . ."
"With no moral responsibility as to whether your client still makes its guns available to prospective murderers, and sells them bullets to help ensure that they succeed. Will you at least have the decency to be embarrassed if you find out that they do?"
Nolan's smile vanished. "Did you," he persisted, "transfer your obligation to help your sister to your husband?"
"No, Mr. Nolan. My husband acted on our behalf."
"And on behalf of his own political interests?"
Lara paused, marshalling anew her air of calm. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nolan. I don't understand your question."
"Then let me approach it another way. Was the decision to expose John Bowden's abusive nature on television driven by politics?"
"No . . ."
"Specifically, Mrs. Kilcannon, to eliminate a major distraction from your televised wedding, and the political boost it was intended to give the President."
"Oh, come off it," Lenihan interjected in a tone of disgust. Beside her, Avram Gold leaned forward. "That's not merely out of bounds, Mr. Nolan. It's offensive, insulting and outrageous."
"Even worse," Lara said with a tenuous smile, "it's wrong."
Nolan turned from Gold to Lara. "Didn't your husband decide to expose Bowden to eliminate a family embarrassment and fight off charges of undue influence in a domestic violence prosecution?"
Lara gazed at the ceiling, as though pondering the question. "It doesn't sound like Kerry," she replied. "Did you ask him?"
"I'm asking you."
Lara's eyes turned cold. "Then ask me something that's not absurd."
"Why absurd, Mrs. Kilcannon? Did you play any role in that decision?"
"The person who decided," Lara answered promptly, "was Joan."
"Did you discuss it with her?"
"Not directly, no."
"So you didn't know, of your personal knowledge, who decided to expose John Bowden, or what your husband and sister may have discussed?"
"I wasn't there."
"After the murders, did you discuss it with your husband?"
"Care to talk about it? " Kerry had asked.
"About hating myself? " she had answered. "What is there to say? I abdicated my responsibilities in every possible way—assigning Joanie to you, helping the media to take her life over. Now they're all dead."
"All such conversations," Avram Gold admonished, "are subject to the marital privilege."
With a satisfied expression, Nolan said to Lara, "Is that your position, Mrs. Kilcannon?"
"My position," Lara answered, "is that Kerry and I are entitled to whatever peace we have left."
"Are you at least willing to discuss your conversations with Ms. Dash?"
"Any such conversations," Gold responded for Lara, "are covered by the attorney-client privilege. As I understand Ms. Dash explained during Mary Costello's deposition, as a prospective plaintiff, Mrs. Kilcannon also has the right to Ms. Dash's confidential counsel."
"Is that your position, Mrs. Kilcannon?"
"Yes."
"It is true, is it not, that you suggested to your sister Mary that Ms. Dash represent her?"
"Mr. Nolan," Gold interrupted with an air of weariness, "that's been explained to you, as well. As they are both parties in interest, Mrs. Kilcannon's conversation with her surviving sister—at least concerning this lawsuit—are privileged."
"Including any inducements for Mary to employ Ms. Dash?"
"Yes," Gold answered. "If any."
Nolan spun on Lara. "Is that your position, as well?"
"It is."
"Are you also unwilling to tell me whether it was your husband who suggested Ms. Dash in the first place?"
At last, Lara felt the trap shut, could feel the full impact of the warning beneath Nolan's line of questioning. At trial, she would become the callous and indifferent sister who left Joan's problems to her calculating husband, and then helped manipulate her surviving sister, Mary, for Kerry's political gain. Nolan meant to create two soulless ciphers and then pillory them in public, destroying Lara's relationship with Mary in the bargain.