Chapter One Hundred-Eighty-Four

"Do you want coffee or—" Bea started.

"No." Fiona turned to face her. "No coffee. Just talk to me, Bea. What's going on? Why did you call me after all this time?"

Here it was. The moment everything hinged on.

Bea took a breath, let it out slowly. "I've been thinking. About everything. About you and Beckett and what you told me. About the affair."

Fiona's posture shifted. Became guarded. "Okay."