Mercoledì, 28 Luglio, 2004 | Posted by Detective Stevens at 18:56

The case was all over before it even started. Well, there was never really any case to answer. Jesus's record spoke for itself. His history of violence, the fact that he had murdered Silvia, the fact that he had assaulted his own daughter and Lionel. There was never going to be any jury that was going to feel any remorse for the guy.

And neither should there be.

Who could blame Lionel for shooting the guy. Purely self-defence said the Judge and the jury agreed.

The only thing I couldn't understand was why there were two shots. Why did he fire two shots? The first one had obviously killed Jesus. So, there he is. Jesus is lying on the floor. Not moving. Blood spilling out. Lionel gets up, takes three minutes to get close and then fires again.

Lionel said it was fear. He had been so scared that he just fired again.

Knowing Jesus, I think I would have fired twice as well, maybe even unloaded the entire gun into the prick.

But I wouldn't have waited some three minutes. Why the wait? I don't know. I can't figure it out and I don't think I or anyone else was very keen to find out. Let it go. It's all over.

I remember looking out over the garden on the morning it happened. As I have already mentioned, it was a gorgeous morning. Fresh, sun shining. Just beautiful. I stood below the tree and heard the birds chirping away as if everything was fine in the world. There they were just flying about without a care. They were in search of the tastiest worms for breakfast.

And then I saw it. It was a rainbow. It arched its way across the sky in a sign of wonder. I saluted it and set off for home and breakfast.

Somewhere over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow, why then, oh, why can't I?
If all those little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,
why, oh why, can't I?