How can i reword this to make it stronger.

Question

My weapon, so cleverly disposed of, shattered his skull. Broke it in to pieces. The cradle, the shield, the host of the brain he used to think he could ever leave me.
My weapon, meant to be his supper. A delicious one, even last minute. Which it was, but not for him. Never for him no, never. A leg of lamb frozen through, until I cooked it and made it tender.

Answer 1

And then I served the weapon, a delicious cooked leg of lamb, to the investigating policemen.