I was stressed, I was — Adrienne, please, it was Larissa, she pushed me to it, she planned all of it — ” And there it was, his last instinct, even in handcuffs: to throw the other woman under the wheels to save himself.

I almost admired how fast he reached for it.

“Larissa’s downstairs,” I said quietly.

“In a holding room.

They picked her up two hours ago.” His face went slack.

“She’s already given the district attorney her phone, Beckett, and every message the two of you ever sent.

She’s making her statement right now.” He shut his eyes, and his head dropped against his chest, and I watched him understand that it was over.

Chapter 16 — Not the Way You Planned