“No!” Will jumped up and nearly sprang to the bars. “I can't be nice to him! He murdered Abigail. He called her our daughter and then he … he even made me eat a part of her! I cannot forgive him! I will not forgive him! Jack!”
Mycroft schlenderte auf den Inspektor zu und steckte unpassend gelassen eine Hand in die Hosentasche. „Sind Sie allein?“
