Page 104 of Psychopath

Zane nodded.

“The others have all been very forthcoming over their crimes. I’ve got a feeling you’re not going to answer with the same amount of clarity.”

“I can’t remember what happened.”

“You were charged with the murders of Danny and Jessica Saunders.”

“That’s right.”

Quinn looked down at his notes. There weren’t many. “You claim to have no recollection of the crime, but you accepted full responsibility.”

“Their blood and clothes were found in my house. Their car was on my driveway.” Zane shrugged. “I was covered in their blood.”

“But you don’t remember what happened?”

Zane shook his head. “Drugs were involved.”

“Drugs?”

“I took some before they arrived.”

“Was…was that normal?”

Zane shrugged. “Seemed like a good idea at the time. I must have blacked out.”

“What was the last thing you do remember?”

“Welcoming Danny and Jessica into my house.”

Quinn nodded and made a note.

“Danny worked for you?” he asked.

Zane pursed his lips, considering. “He worked for the company, not me per se. He got on well with my father. They were good friends, had been for as long as I remember. He helped me carry my father’s coffin.”

“So it must’ve been a shock to find out he’d been stealing from the company,” Quinn said. “A substantial amount. You found this out weeks before the murders. You invited Danny to your house seven days before the murders, and he left unscathed.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” Zane muttered.

“What would you say?”

“I told Danny how disappointed I was in him and demanded an explanation for his actions.”

“And he gave you one?”

“Yes.”

Quinn had his pencil to the paper, poised to take notes, but Zane only shrugged.

“Obviously it wasn’t good enough.”

“So you invited them to your house with the intention of killing them?”

“Yes.”

“You had a plan then?”

“Yes.”

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