I'm home. Finally. There were times when I thought I may never get back.
The case...well, yeah, local knowledge was vital. But so was being that step away from the community, being the outsider.
There was a girl and a boy, who've kknown each other since they were just little kids, who had a brief fling. He's pretty introverted, a bit awkward.
They broke up - I'm not even sure it was more than a one night stand. But she found out she was pregnant. She told him. He was over the moon. She...wasn't, but she wasn't devestated either. She seemed to be dealing with it, was thinking about keeping it, even. But her parents said no way, that she was to go to university, not waste her life, all that. Arranged an abortion. Even drove her to the clinic. Without telling him.
Obviously she had to tell him at some point. And she could never have anticipated his reaction. Which was to get his Dad's shotgun and kill them. Then he panicked and hid the gun. Which his father, after asking a few questions, reported as stolen. Which made him panic more, so he took it back, which meant his father had to withdraw the report. Which was part of what made me very suspicious.
All of this was fairly secret, but the gossip had got about that something had happened between the two of them. That, plus the gun, meant I overrode all the 'he's a sweet boy, known him since he was a toddler', all that.
So when we turned up he tried to shoot us, but from way too far away, so it damaged the car a bit. Even if we'd been out of the car, we'd have been okay.
And now, thank God, I'm home, the boys are being wonderful. We all had a big group hug when I got in. Sherlock is pleading for his own set of handcuffs.
John is just...brilliant, and wonderful, and I've missed him so much.
All is well with the world.
Anyway, bloody glad it's over.