“I did it, Selina.

Just like you said.

We’re free.” Just like you said. On my wrist, a small red light was recording every word.

Every word, and every name.

Just like you said, he had told her, and in those four words he had done what no amount of testimony from me could ever have done: he had placed Selina at the center of the plot, in his own voice, unprompted, believing no one would ever hear it.

He thought he was speaking to a corpse and a mistress, alone, unwitnessed, in a room where the truth belonged entirely to him.