"Inconclusive," he sneered bitterly, "I can't stand the thought of it."
He resumed eating, briefly, but he hadn't calmed down yet.
"Don't you think it was strange what happened? The police are useless, I could tell what I think happened, and you'd hate me for it, but I could tell you."
He noticed he had been waving his fork as he spoke; he knew he was making his sister uncomfortable. Robin gingerly placed the fork down on the plate, embarrassed and quiet.