This is where the story concludes, justice was found and Gerald remained a man with a good name. Living his idealised quiet life. This case taught me that, nothing is as it seems. And I needed to brush up on my acting and my stamina in case I ever ended up in a situation like that again.
Gerald moved back to London, got back in contact with his parents. He sometimes writes to me, he still fishes. I was pleased that he’s still in touch with his outdoors lifestyle, he didn’t take the colossal carp with him- he left everything in that house to remain. I remember the last time I saw him, at court. I thanked him, for never losing hope when I didn’t even have any to begin with. In which he replied:
“I’ll never be hopeless. Nothing in this world is irreparably broken, now is it?”
There he was again, with this enthusiasm. I was sure that I could prove him wrong, but I thought that would ruin his moment. Besides, he’s the one that proved me wrong. At the beginning of the case I thought the guy might as well have had his wrists together ready for the handcuffs at this point.
A question that I asked him before parting, out of my general curiosity, was whether he would have gave his wife a second chance if he knew about her affair, had she still been alive? Another wise lesson he taught me:
“Create an image of second chances as a burning house, would you run back in for the things you love even though they probably won’t be the same as they used to be?”
He left that as his answer.
As for Pierre, when his apartment was searched the murder weapon was found in his freezer- peculiar, but nobody questioned it. The point was, he was the killer. He’s been sent to the prison where his Mother still remains- that would be an interesting reunion.