Chapter One Hundred-Seventy-Eight

"She was setting you up." Beckett's hands clenched into fists. "Making you think about affairs and married men so when the 'evidence' appeared, you'd connect the dots yourself. You'd remember that conversation and think she'd been talking about us all along."

"It worked." Bea's voice was barely a whisper. "When I saw those messages, when I saw the photos, I remembered that night. And I thought… oh