Again the police wanted to hear it from the top and again, Giles obliged. Word for solemn word he repeated it, describing events as he'd described them before. The bloom on the rose was fast fading for them. He was not their killer and they knew it. Jenny's neck had been broken some hours previously and he had witnesses to his whereabouts. He repeated the cold facts as an innocent man in shock should but his mind was already engaged on his next course of action. Jenny's people were all about vengeance? Well Rupert Giles intended to make them proud.