'I want to show you some photographs, if I may. 'What's going on here?'Ĭarlson looked at Stone for a moment. But many wife-beaters profess to loving their wives.' 'No one hit my daughter.'Ĭarlson looked toward Kim. Beck ever hit your daughter?'Ĭarlson tried a kind smile. 'They were very close, very much in love.' Parker, how would you describe the relationship between your daughter and her husband?' Hoyt looked at his wife and then nodded at the two men.Ĭarlson kept his gaze on Kim. 'What matter? She's been dead for eight years. 'It involves a matter currently under investigation.' 'More specifically, we'd like to ask you about her relationship with her husband, Dr. 'We want to ask you some questions,' Carlson said. 'So what's so important that you couldn't say anything over the phone?' Hoyt asked.

Kim Parker, Elizabeth's mother, sat across from them with her hands primly in her lap. Special agents Nick Carlson and Tom Stone positioned themselves on the same couch over which Beck had recently waxed nostalgic. It made sense, and yet Shauna hoped - nay, prayed - that she was wrong. She thought about it some more, ran the idea over some test tracks, let it bounce around for a few moments. 'You saying Beck isn't telling me everything?'Īn idea struck Shauna with something approaching horror. Shauna sat back and thought about the strange emails from 'Elizabeth.' Desperate feds are ugly, constitutional-rights-stamping feds.' 'It means that if they tape him having eggs for breakfast, it can be something. Phone taps, surveillance, that kind of thing.' 'For one thing, we have to assume the feds are watching his every step. She threw her feet up on her desk and put her hands behind her head. How can they possibly think Beck had anything to do with it?'

'But everyone knows he killed Elizabeth.' I mean, how many death sentences does one man need?' He confessed to fourteen, but they only had enough hard evidence to prosecute and convict him on twelve. 'Kellerton's suspected of killing at least eighteen women. 'Not for her murder,' the attorney replied. That KillRoy loony tune is on death row.' 'He was in the hospital, for crying out loud. 'Near as I can tell, they think Beck killed his wife.' 'No one's doing much talking,' Hester said. Hester finished up her phone call and put the receiver back in the cradle. Shauna and Hester Crimstein sat in Hester's swanky midtown law office.

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