Chapter One Hundred-Thirty-One

The next day, Bea dragged Beckett to a women's refuge. She didn't try and escape which made him as suspicious as hell.

The building looked like shit from the outside. High concrete walls topped with razor wire, paint peeling in the tropical heat, an iron gate that had seen better decades. Not exactly the kind of place Beckett wanted to take an ambassador's daughter, but Bea had worn him down over