Rita Johnson was on the hook. I smiled as my Maserati sped down the freeway toward the football team's training facility. I had to admit I respected David Johnson's tenacity when it came to Kat. I also admired his power play over her, demanding the anal session she had promised him and getting it on his terms. That's why I was headed to a seedy motel at 10 a.m. on a Tuesday.

Johnson had given Kat an address and a time -- 8 a.m. Tuesday at a Scottish Inn near the team's practice bubble. He told her to get a room and pay for it, another bold move. It was...