Feeling the wave of a possible error in judgement seep over me, I fell silent. I was so hell bent on barging in here today, telling him what for, and then making sure that he stayed away from me for the rest of my life, that it had never occurred to me that it may not have been him behind all of this. I had utterly convinced myself it was him.
“You didn’t kill Kitty?” I squeaked, sitting back down on the sofa.
“No, I definitely didn’t kill Kitty, or whatever her name was,” he softened, coming to sit next to me.
“Did you get someone to attack my sister last night?”
“What…? Why…? Let’s put it this way, I’ve known where your sister lives for quite some time… wouldn’t I have done that sooner?”
“Yeah, but I only left the apartment last night, to go and stay with her.”
“What
