I set up a camera.
I watched myself sleep, and I watched her wake up. Eyes dead. Smile full of secrets.
She confessed everything. On tape.
The murders. The calls to him. The rendezvous in motels I never remembered.
And then, she stared into the lens.
"You can't get rid of me."
Still, I didn't fully believe it. I needed proof. I needed to catch the accomplice in the act. I thought she might still be out there, separate from me.