After dinner, Nate called Tim on speaker.

"I was wondering when I'd hear from you," Tim said, his voice crackling slightly over the sat phone connection. "How'd it go? She believe you?"

"She knows the truth." Nate glanced at Prue, who was curled up on the sofa watching him with those green eyes. "And she wants to help. Wants to confront Trish. Get a confession on record."

A pause. "Confront her how?"

"Wearing a wire. Meeting her at our place. Getting her to admit what she did." Nate ran a ...