She turned towards the window, staring out at nothing. Her eyes unfocused. Her left cheek involuntarily twitching. He knew it wouldn’t be easy for her to say it, but he’d spent the last ten minutes encouraging her to do just that.
‘It’s burning you, inside out, Joanne. You have to tell someone. You need to tell me.’
She looked back at him expressionless, the only flicker of emotion was a single tear forming in her eye.
‘Water is odd, ins’t it.’ She turned back to the window. ‘I see it, in front of me, but it’s just…well, just dead. Jake should be buried at sea, you know. It’s really the least I can do, and what he would have wanted.’
‘Because of what happened?’
She held herself tight, but didn’t look back. ‘Yes…It’s the first time I ever used a chainsaw, you know?’ There was a slight chuckle. ‘Jake would have been proud of me. He’d been trying for years to get me over my fear of them.’
‘We found the chainsaw, Joanne.’ His statement didn’t change anything.
‘I gathered as much, you wouldn’t be here, well..the way you are, if you hadn’t.’ She sighed. ‘He didn’t deserve to die, but it was better than living the way he was. Drunk. Drugs. Woman. It wasn’t right.’
He gathered his thoughts, finally he made up his mind to be direct.
‘What did you do with his head, Joanne?’
She turned to him, her pale skin stretched around her face as if her skull had outgrown it. Her left eye twitched slightly. ‘You’ll never find it, Inspector.’ She turned back to the window, ‘and that’s the way it should be….’