Chapter Thirty

"In the guest room, yeah." Defensiveness crept into Beckett's tone. "Look, I know Fiona can be intense, but she's family. She's been through everything with me."

Camden nodded, not wanting to push too hard. "I understand. I just... the timing of all this is strange. The messages seem… well, they’re just not Bea." Bea had always been sweet.

"You think I don't know that?" Beckett's voice rose slight