You’ve got to have kindness in you.’
She held the gun stiffly, the barrel pointing down at the floor.
‘Paul Hater was my father,’ she said.
Baird rubbed his ravaged face with the back of his hand.
‘What’s that?’
‘I said Paul Hater was my father.’
He looked at her, then at the gun.
‘Would you have told me that if I hadn’t given you the gun?’
She shook her head.
‘No.’