“HELLO, MR VINE,” NATHAN greeted the man across the table from him in a friendly tone, as though they weren’t seated in an interview room at the police station, and he wasn’t about to question him about two acts of vandalism, a campaign of hate, assault and attempted murder.
William Vine stared at the detective inspector silently, refusing to respond to the greeting. The advice from the solicitor, a duty solicitor since he lacked the money to pay for legal assistance, was to stay silent and say nothing, and his traitorous mind agreed with it.
He couldn’t understand why, but it seemed as though both his mind and body had decided to betray him. He had thought about and planned what he was going to do when the police came to arrest him for his crimes, yet when they did come he had done the
