Guns And Roses

EPILOGUE

Sebastian Walker was seated upon his couch, at Aberdeen Place, Pike Street, in the serene city of New York City.

Four months had elapsed since the day Layne Munford had died. Thornton had tried to apologise as soon as Walker was deemed fit enough to talk. There had been too much adrenaline in his body, and his body couldn’t take anymore, which resulted in his fainting dramatically. For an entire day or so, he had been unconscious, according to Thornton, and after being sent home by the doctor, he was advised bed rest for a week.

Needless to say he was back again, working with a renewed sense of faith in his profession, with a new vigour in his actions, with the moral justification that he was doing something good being boosted tremendously. Layne’s death had turned his life around, for the good.

Walker obviously regretted it, but couldn’t blame Thornton for his actions. From his perspective, it had obviously seemed that Layne was going to attack him with the knife, and now that Walker didn’t even have his Beretta, Thornton had to maim, if not kill Layne.

His friends held ambivalent feelings towards Layne. They were deeply saddened that he died, but weren’t able to get over the atrocities that had committed in such a grotesque manner.

If only they’d seen him repent...

The void that had formed in Walker’s heart wasn’t one that yearned for romance. His heart had been yearning for friendship, for some meaning to his life. Love wasn’t life. Friendship was life, and Layne had proved that to him.

Walker tried shifting his mind from such morose topics, and switched on his television at 11:30 in the night. Letterman! Finally, Walker could have some peace of mind, and relax with the best television show in history, or so he thought...

His phone rang, around five minutes after Letterman had introduced some new hot-shot celebrity. The stupid ring-tone had been changed, of course (Thornton was the culprit) but still, interrupting Letterman seemed to be a special interest of the N.Y.P.D. chief, Kevin Rutt.

Walker knew that he had to go, but he didn’t mind. He had strength in his mind now, he had friends in his life now, and most importantly, he had Layne Munford in his heart now.

He switched off the telly and went over to the wall, which had been pierced so lovingly by a spear. He caressed the mark with his hand and then set off into the bustling city of New York.

It was a Detective’s life for Sebastian Walker, and he loved every bit of it.