“Would you mind if we took a look around?” he asked suddenly getting up from the sofa.
“I swear! Nobody’s here.”
The two policemen paid her no attention as they walked though the house.
They found him crouching behind the coats. He didn’t put up much of a fight. Tears streamed down her face as they snapped handcuffs on both of them.
“You should use coasters on glass tables” one said as he pushed her into the car.
In the otherwise spotless house it had been the rings left behind by the two cups of coffee that had betrayed her.
It had begun innocently enough.
“Forgive me father for I have sinned…”
From there it had spiralled into a crazy nightmare.
She had run away before he could get a look at her face. All he had been left with was her voice that was etched in his memory. He hadn’t had a good night’s sleep since the day she had walked into his church.
Confessions were supposed to be confidential but he just couldn’t keep it to himself anymore. The coldest part was the coolness that had stayed in her voice all the time.
“I killed a man ………….”
Time was a blur as he watched the coroner take the body away. No weapon had been found and they suspected it to be a burglary gone wrong.
“I came over to go over some figures for a project we were working on. This morning he’d sliced the budgets in half. I was going to convince him to change that. Now it’s all over. Why did they have to kill him…”
The policeman gave Adam a glass of water and told him to go home.
Adam shivered and started his car. The bloody shirt in his briefcase would keep its secrets.