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.Twice.The first time I was fifteen.It was when the Rosens still lived in St.Louis.Dayne, Doron, and a few others who were involved would pick me up almost daily on my walk home from school.They’d take me to a brownstone that Paul purchased from the Rosens’ father.Originally Paul had a few rentals, but later he bought two properties, the brownstone being one.”“So you were fifteen?”“The first time, yes.Dayne grabbed me as I was about to walk into the station.I have no idea how he knew I was there besides the fact that I wasn’t on my usual path home.Your dad was in town as well.Which surprised me to see him in the kitchen of that place.It was as though he had read my mind.I got what I deserved that day, and was scared enough that I didn’t think to try it again for years.”“I hate it when you say things like that.You always make it sound like it’s your fault.”He fills my glass with wine and sends a half-smile my way.I take a drink, prepared to hear more.“The second time was years later, when I was eighteen.Paul had warned me of the consequences of what would happen if I ever talked, but I thought I could beat him.Someone else also wanted out and was supposed to come forward with me.I thought it was the right time.He turned on me and the only reason he didn’t go down with my father was because of Dayne.Brotherly love.”“Doron?”He nods.“He loves the money like the rest of them, and he doesn’t mind the other sites, but was never thrilled about NOVA.In the end he ratted me out to Paul.Dayne waited for me once again on the street by the station.I didn’t run, fight back, or deny anything.He was living in Vegas at the time so I knew when I saw him on the street that he had flown in just for me.Just for that situation.It was over.I walked in silence with him to his car and he drove me to the brownstone where Paul was waiting.He told me my father had already been taken in.I was a wreck.He wanted me to testify against him and if I didn’t my mother would run into some problems as well.”“Did you?”“No.I couldn’t do that to him, but of course no one would believe me that it was Paul and not my father behind all of it.No one could pin anything on your dad.He had someone tip off the police about the child pornography, sending people to our home and my father’s office.Paul had planted some videos of me, and others in both places.The videos found in our home were actually my fault.Doron gave them to me a day before my father was arrested.He asked me to leave them in my father’s office.I didn’t know what they were, and I never questioned it.I had delivered things before so it didn’t seem unusual.Then, and I still don’t know how this happened, Paul was able to place some files on my father’s home computer.” Cove finishes his second glass of wine and pours a third, his hand shakes as he puts the bottle down.“You can stop.I get the picture.”“No.Let me finish.I think you need this information.”I nod, cross my legs and lean in, allowing him to lower his voice so people can’t hear the conversation.He holds my hand and brushes his thumb over my fingers.“He paid off two incarcerated men to testify against my father.They said they distributed the porn for him.Then the police ‘magically’ came across a few phone conversations with my father talking about NOVA.The person on the other end was never identified.”“Of course,” I say in a pissed off voice.“I think I’m going to scream right now.”“That’s how I felt.I couldn’t get anyone to listen to me.The police thought I was blaming Paul to protect my father.And then my mother’s job came under scrutiny.Her years as a nude photographer didn’t play well in the courtroom.My parents were portrayed as living a sinful life and it appalled the jurors that they involved their underage son.There was absolutely no evidence linking my father to the Rosens or Paul.I even took the police to the brownstone but it was wiped clean.No furniture; freshly painted and newly carpeted.There was a ‘for rent’ sign out front and a woman confirmed that she had rented the place from Paul for years, and that nothing unusual ever happened there.I looked like a fool, just like your father had planned.”“That’s fucked up.”“I went mad, and so did my mother.She was furious that both my father and I never told her what went on for all those years.The bank account that my father set up also didn’t help his case.Paul always gave me cash, and that’s what my father deposited.It was a lot, and he couldn’t explain where it had come from.We were all in a hole, unable to climb out.”“Couldn’t anyone find the other people in the videos?”“Yes, they did.Natalie was one.She testified against my father [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]