Part IV
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Her heart picks up speed, stomach churning, hands trembling. She grasps at the collar of her shirt, pulling it away from her skin. It's choking her, making her sick.
"She lied." It's tearing her apart, the way he said it. What could it mean? How can she fix this?
Beckett plays the last few weeks back in her mind, trying, desperately, to figure this out.
Their conversations, meetings, cases, interviews. Everything.
Still, nothing comes to mind.
Unless...
His stinging words swirl in her head. "She lied." But what did she lie about?
Then it hits her, square in the chest.
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A/N: I just wanted to take a moment to thank my friend, K for her continued support throughout this process. For being my beta and sounding board. Thank you!