Folding my hands I leant forward, my arms extended across the table top, the knife comfortable in my hand. ‘Revenge is a very satisfying food, Inspector; it’s no wonder that the God of the Old Testament liked to keep it to himself.’
‘So that’s why you killed Lily.’ His realisation was tinged with the deepest sorrow.
I smiled, ‘You don’t know that I did.’
Munroe strained to keep some self-control. ‘Of course I know.’
I looked down at my hands, swapping the knife from one to the other, splaying my fingers, stretching the tension out of them. ‘No, Inspector you do not know; you simply believe. You have no evidence, no proof, all you have is blind faith like a religion and like all zealots you use that belief to justify your actions.’
Munroe glared at me. ‘You did kill my daughter; nothin
