Fiona Beckett.

For planning the murder of the woman you called your daughter, and for hiring men to kill her mother and father, I sentence each of you to forty years in federal custody.”

Fiona came up out of her chair screaming that it wasn’t fair, that they’d been ruined, that they had needed the money — as if need had ever been a key that unlocked another person’s life — and the marshals took her by the arms.

Aidan said nothing at all.