The voice on the phone was clear and smooth, nothing like the rough, violent tone of the man who had been calling Maggie. But… that man had insisted his name was Bert.
It was obvious that the Bert on the other end of the call had picked up on the situation. He let out another laugh—this time, full of gloating amusement.
"Since your misery is entertaining me so much, I suppose I'll do you the favor of revealing a little secret."
His tone was light, mocking, and cutting.
"Clark was never mentally ill, Dave. She played you. She came back from my place, perfectly sane, and went straight into your arms."
Bert laughed, self-satisfied, as though savoring every word.
"Oh, and all those cheating scandals about you? She leaked them herself. I've done that sort of thing once before—couldn't be bothered to do it a second time. Now she's pinned this mess on me again. But we both know why, don't we?"