Living Among Wasps: The First Case

The Conclusion

Two days later the news agencies were stormed with a story of the heavyweight drug-dealing couple, who had killed their accomplice and tried to put the blame on the victim's husband. Full details were not yet revealed to the press since the court process had only just begun. There was also no acknowledgement of anyone helping the police force with the murder, what I partially expected, yet silently, and utterly vainly, hoped that my name could pop out at some point when gratitude and praise was distributed in press conferences.

A week after the conclusion of the case, I received a letter. At first I thought that it was from yet another journalist, or amateur author, who hopes to break through by gaining my sympathies and getting my full life story for their book or article. Nobody else writes me, so I automatically toss them in the bin. Luckily, though, I first glanced at the sender's name – it was from Rebecca. It was mere twenty lines long, but by the end of it I couldn't help but smile. It read as follows:

"Albert, thank you! The last time we spoke, I stormed away without really saying how much I appreciate what you have done, and I owe you big time. I hope you understand the reasons why your name was not mentioned in regard to the case – the general public might not understand it, and you would be drawn into court processes, which I know you loathe. Anyway, doesn't doing good make you, yourself, feel better? I think it does.

You got almost everything right. Ralf, really, did have an affair with the victim, and his wife had no idea. She burst out in rage, when we told her and gladly explained that her man had left their apartment at the time of the murder, but claimed that he heard the victim argue with her husband, and quickly came back in, unspotted. She couldn't confirm whether that was after the husband went downstairs, but believed what Ralf had said until now. We promised her a greatly reduced sentence for cooperation. The murderer then cracked as well. The business was the victim's idea because of her money problems, and Ralf, actually, was the last one on board. I think he did it because he was already drawn to the other woman. His affection grew deeper with time, but he wasn't ready to leave Alice. The day before she was killed, Amanda had talked about leaving her husband, and threatened to tell Alice. This had made Ralf anxious, so he never went too far from his peephole after Richard came home. After the murderer saw the husband storm out, he thought she had told him everything, and went to the apartment to talk. There he found out she wanted to talk to Ralf's wife first, and do that before Alice left again for work. At that point Ralf claims he snapped, and does not remember much more until the victim was already dead. That's the part you got wrong.

By the way, Boris is right next to me, munching a carrot – he still loves them. We spent the whole day by a lake and the dirty impression of a paw that I am about to have him put on this letter, comes from the joys of the day. That's how he sends his greetings, and I second him.

Sincerely,

Rebecca (with Boris)"

The next time I heard from her was two months later, when she asked me to look at a grocery store robbery, where the cashier was barely saved from death, but was still in coma. They suspected the local adolescent gang, and I, promptly, helped the police to prove their guilt. It was then that I realised this – me helping out the law – could be that piece I desperately needed in my life's jigsaw puzzle. And the motivation to write down my experiences now.