Fin coughed and spat and shook his head. "He was hating the woman," he said. "That's all I got. Hate and contempt and the desire to hurt." He made a little sound that even he wasn't sure whether it was a laugh or a sob. "Talk about single minded."
He put a hand on the edge of the desk and levered himself to his feet then sat back in the chair, head hanging. "I'm sorry," he said. "Sometimes it's different if they know who it is ... but then you have all the fun of trying to prove it."