Page 105 of Psychopath

Quinn held out his hand. “What was it?”

“To make sure they didn’t leave my house alive.”

“How were you planning to kill them? Did you have an idea where you’d hide their bodies?”

“Knife. I used a knife—”

“Only the one?”

“Yes.”

“And did you have the materials to wrap their bodies afterwards, perhaps a location to dump the bodies in mind? Tools to make the job easier?”

“I don’t remember.”

“You don’t remember,” Quinn repeated back.

“No.”

Quinn frowned. “Do you ever…dream about it? Have flashbacks? It doesn’t have to be visual; it could be smells, sounds, that take you back to that day.”

“No.”

“Interesting.”

Zane’s face twitched. “Look. Danny stole hundreds of thousands from the company. He betrayed my trust. Danny deserved to be punished.”

“That’s what it was, punishment?”

Zane shrugged. “Yeah.”

“Why did Jessica deserve to be punished?”

“She used the money he stole, seems only fair she was punished too.”

“But she might not have known where her husband was getting the money from.”

“True,” Zane said. “But we’ll never know for sure.”

“Do you feel guilty or remorseful?”

“No.”

“Is there a part of you that wishes you had let the authorities handle it instead of doing what you did?”

“Authorities?”

“Danny stole hundreds of thousands. He would’ve been punished with prison time.”

“My way was much more efficient, and quick.”

“Yet you don’t remember it.”

Zane narrowed his eyes.

“Danny’s shoes were recovered from your house, as was Jessica’s coat. What happened to the rest of their clothes?”

“I don’t know.”

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