He was right. Her lawyer was not quite so blunt about it, but he had said that cases were not won on she said versus he said, and with no evidence of force, no police report the morning after, no hospital records, that was what it came down to.
“I had two glasses of champagne,” she had protested. “Both of which he served me. There is no way I would have passed out unless he dosed me with something.”
But she had not sought medical help the morning after and so had no evidence of assault, no record of it, and too much time had passed in between for any remnant of drugs to remain in her system to show on a test. And so, he would get away with it, and she would be forced to make another album with him.