Carla confronts Logan in prison—and his sinister smirk may confirm Lisa’s worst nightmare

In the cold light of a prison visitation room, Carla Connor may have just cracked open the darkest chapter of Lisa Swain’s life.

What began as a simple act of love—trying to help her partner heal—turned into a confrontation that will change everything. Lisa has been carrying the weight of her wife Becky’s death for years. The grief, the trauma, the endless questions. But now, a storm is coming. And Carla is standing right at the center.

Lisa’s torment has only deepened since rumors surfaced that Becky, the beloved wife and police officer, might have died with dirty secrets buried beneath her badge. Whispers of corruption, cover-ups, and a mysterious hit-and-run. The pain of losing her was already unbearable—but the possibility that Becky was “bent” threatens to unravel every memory Lisa has clung to.

And Carla? She’s had enough of watching Lisa suffer in silence.

Taking matters into her own hands, Carla pays a visit to the one man who may know the truth: Logan Radcliffe. Cold. Calculating. Dangerous. A man whose name alone sends shivers down Lisa’s spine. Logan had long been suspected of being involved in the hit-and-run that killed Becky. Now, locked behind bars, he holds the answers. Or at least, he claims to.

The moment Carla sits across from him, the tension is electric.

“Are you gonna tell me about Becky or what?” she demands.

Logan leans forward, eyes gleaming with malice. “Does Swain know you’re here?” he asks, already playing mind games. Then the words that hang in the air like poison: “So you wanna know the truth about backhand Becky?”

Carla freezes. The nickname. The tone. The implication. In that moment, she knows—Logan isn’t just toying with her. He knows something. Something ugly. Something that could destroy Lisa’s last shreds of peace.

“Are you saying she was dodgy?” Carla presses.

Logan shrugs. “Maybe… then again, maybe not.”

He smirks. The kind of smirk that says everything without confirming a word.

Carla demands clarity. “Was she a bent copper or not, Logan?”

And then, Logan drops the bait: “I’m open to negotiation.”

The implication is clear—he wants money for the truth. The price of peace for Lisa Swain might now come at a cost neither of them are prepared to pay.

As Carla stares him down, her mind races. If Logan’s right—if Becky was dirty—what does that mean for Lisa? For Betsy? For the years spent grieving a woman who might have betrayed everything she stood for?

But if he’s lying… why is he so calm? So smug?

Carla now stands on a razor’s edge, forced to decide whether to trust a criminal or keep Lisa in the dark. Logan’s games aren’t over. And Becky’s secrets—whatever they are—may finally be clawing their way to the surface.

One smirk was all it took to rip open a wound Lisa thought had finally begun to heal.

Now the question remains: Will Carla tell Lisa the truth… or will the truth destroy them both?