Sinclair shakes his head again, a little surprised by Jack's outburst. "No," he says, frowning. "Didn't see a damn thing. Heard about it pretty quick, but I never saw it myself."

And even if he had, he's not too sure what difference it would make. So the kid buried a golf club in his own father's skull. Worse has happened, and it's not as if there's not an entire trail of bodies in his wake.