Now, in handcuffs, he was ready to hand her to the prosecutors if it might buy him a shred of leniency.

There is no loyalty at the bottom of a plot like theirs.

There is only the scramble, when it collapses, to be the one who gets away.

But I was not finished.

I leaned back against my pillows, and I looked at the lead detective, and I gave him one more piece of the puzzle, the piece that would ensure this was not merely attempted murder but the unraveling of everything Julian and Selina had built.

“Take his phone,” I said, calmly.