We meet Marcus ten minutes away from the club in a parking lot, as arranged between him and Samuel. Marcus says the police want me to wear a wire and to try to get Lexy to admit some of the things she's done, if I can.

Samuel seriously isn’t happy about this, and his face is taut with pissed off lines.

It’s not that I believe there is any danger. Not in a busy bar, with Sam there. I doubt she’s going to incriminate herself, though, and I’m nervous as hell about seeing her. However things work out, the police will be waiting in the parking lot of the club to arrest her as soon as they get what they need. She is definitely being charged in France, but if I can get her to admit some of the things she did to me, and that poor dog, then she will be facing charges in the UK too.

“I really don't like this,” Samuel says. “It's going to be hard for the mic to pick up anything that's being said with the music in the bar. If Lexy discovers that Carolina is wired, it puts her in more danger.”

“What danger?” Marcus says. “We'll be right next to her. Either at the bar, or at the next table. Lexy isn't going to be able to make a move without us intercepting her before she can do any harm.”

“I don't get why they need it if they’re extraditing her to France.”

Marcus finishes attaching the mic to my stomach and pulls my halter top down to cover me.

He sighs and turns to Samuel. “Dude, we’ve been over this. There's always a risk when you try to imprison someone in a different country. It might be difficult for the French authorities to make the charges stick. Even if they can, but she manages to get a good lawyer, they can argue that it’s extreme to make her serve time in another country. This way, she faces justice here too. She faces a legal comeuppance for what she has done to Carolina. I would have thought you'd have wanted that.”

Samuel narrows his eyes, and a muscle twitches along his jaw. A sign I have come to recognize means he's losing patience entirely.

When he speaks, his tone is as sharp as glass and dark as coal. “All I care about is that Carolina is safe. I don't care what happens to Lexy, so long as whatever it is makes Carolina safer.”

I place my hand on his forearm. “I want to do this,” I say. “What she has done is sick. She might do it to other people if we don't stop her. I can't keep my mind from wandering to that poor little dog. Honestly, I think she needs to be in some sort of institution.”

“That might be one of the ways she tries to spin her defense,” Marcus says.