“This is absurd,” Danny said. “I will have none of it.” He stood up on wobbly pins.
Val pushed him flat onto the gravel. “The prosecution accuses you of complicity, aiding and abetting the humiliation and degradation of innocent civilians.”
“Nothing of the sort,” Danny said, looking for help to the amorality of sky.
Johnny stepped into the ruins. “What are you talking about? Vivi, V? Why didn’t you tell me, Vivienne?”
“Val knew,” Vivienne said.
“You told Val and you didn’t tell me?” Johnny asked. He started buttoning his coat.
“You couldn’t handle it.”
“And you could?” he said.
“You know the answer,” Vivienne said. “It was thirty years ago.”
“My very point,” Danny said.
“He watched,” Val said. “Then he wanted to be a player. He stepped up – didn’t you, Danny? – to operationalize
