Chapter One Hundred-Eighty-Three

Two days later, Bea stood in the living room of their Brooklyn brownstone, phone in hand, heart hammering so hard she thought it might crack a rib.

The house was full of people. Four FBI agents, not including Agent Lattimer and Beckett, were scattered throughout the brownstone, two upstairs in the spare bedrooms, two in the kitchen, Agent Lattimer and Beckett in the study that connected to the liv