That bastard

‘We need to chat, Therese.’

‘It wasn’t me. I’ve told them to leave her alone.’

‘Let’s sit in the kitchen.’

‘Lying cow.’

‘Come and sit.’ Detective Sergeant Carter skirted past her and filled the kettle.

‘So?’

‘Your brother-in-law left a letter. It’s a confession.’

‘What?’

‘He left the knife and a bloody shirt.’

‘No, no. That bastard killed himself.’

‘He couldn’t live with the hate. The abuse. He had an alibi.’

‘She lied for him.’

‘She didn’t. That’s why we never charged him.’

‘That bastard killed her.’

‘It was your brother-in-law.’

‘But ...’

‘You owe that family an apology, Therese.’

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.