Chapter One Hundred-Eighty-Two

After dinner, Beckett called Weston on speaker.

"I was wondering when I'd hear from you," Weston said, his voice crackling slightly over the sat phone connection. "How'd it go? She believe you?"

"She knows the truth." Beckett glanced at Bea, who was curled up on the sofa watching him with those green eyes. "And she wants to help. Wants to confront Fiona. Get a confession on record."

A pause. "Conf