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I pushed the bottle underwater. “You don’t what?”
“Know where he is,” she spat. “I have no idea what happened to him.”
I changed tack. “Why’d you pay that thug through your husband’s company?” I watched her as she fought her restraints, her eyes wild. “The guy you hired to kill Elise.”
She puffed out her cheeks. “I didn’t.”
I dunked more water over her, making sure it poured inside her shirt. Becky thrashed against the rope.
“Let me go, you bitch.”
Now we’re getting somewhere. “Tell me why you murdered Elise.”
“Fuck you.”
“Becky, I don’t want to do this. All I’m askin’ for is closure. Don’t you think you owe me that? We had a lot of good times together, didn’t we? I let you into my home, trusted you enough with my kid?—”
“He’s not yours,” she spat.
I refilled the bottle. “What do you mean?”
Becky’s sides heaved as she clutched the bottom of the chair, the only part she could reach. “He isn’t your son. He’s mine.”
I blinked. “What are you talkin’ about?”
“I should have custody of Jack,” she hissed through clenched teeth. “That boy is my husband’s child.”
“You think…Travis fathered Jack?”
“I know he did. When your whore of a sister started spreading her legs to every man in Boston, my husband was one of her biggest clients.” A tear trembled from her lid and spilled down her cheek. “He fucked her throughout our marriage. Then the slut got pregnant, and he stopped for a year, then he went back to her.”
I splashed water on her face.
Becky’s furious scream pierced my ears. “You bitch. When I get out of here, I’ll kill you.”
“So you killed Elise because she slept with Travis?”
Her eyes hardened. “Allegedly.”
My stomach dropped. “And your husband, too?”
“He hurt me, so I hurt him. I-I just didn’t think it would…haunt me after he’d gone. When I looked you up, I wanted to see if you were the same. If his baby was okay. It’s the only piece of him I have left.”
My brow furrowed. “But Jack isn’t his.”
“Yes, he is.”
“No. Achille did a paternity test.” A strange pang hit my chest as she shook her head. “He showed me the results. It’s a ninety-nine percent probability.”
“He faked them.”
“Why would a man do that?”
She collapsed in on herself. Huge sobs heaved from her chest. “I love my husband so much. I just want him back.”
“But you killed him.”
“I was angry. I told him I was sleeping with his business partner, but he didn’t care. He confessed everything. He said he wanted a divorce. That he was done. I…I snapped.”
