Chapter One Hundred-Eighty-Five

Small and black. Pointed directly at Bea's chest.

"You're not going to get a chance to tell anyone anything," Fiona said, her voice eerily calm now. Too calm. "Because you're going to die. Right here. Right now. Home invasion gone wrong. Poor Bea confronted the robbers and got herself shot trying to be a hero. Boo-fucking-hoo."

In the study, Beckett exploded through the French doors. "Gun! She's g