I have written a series of detective novels involving a character, Lt. Ian MacKenzie. This is the ending of one of those novels, Miss Yellow Roses (each novel involves a color and flowers in the title). This is the only novel that I used this summation technique.
The following week, we got word of the apparent suicide of Mr. James E. Blake, aka Jacob Blair. In his pocket, a type-written confession about the killing of Mick Flanagan and Molly O'Hara. He jumped off a bridge and drowned one late night. And wouldn't you know it, no witnesses. The body washed up under the docks.
The murder of Miss Yellow Roses eventually went into the cold case file, not officially closed but my notes stated the thought that there were good indications that the deceased Mr. Blake's confession probably had some credibility. Motive? Suspicions were that Buster Blake had an old score to settle with Wild Bill O'Hara, possibly an old debt that he owed a mob family in Jersey.
Delores worked for Mr. Keller until the old man keeled over with a heart attack. She moved to Washington and landed a quality job as the Office Manager for a senior senator from Pennsylvania.
Miss Lily moved to Providence, Rhode Island. Not long afterwards, maybe six months, Anne Brown moved to Providence as well. I never heard from them again, nor did anyone else I knew in Boston.
Teddy Brown remained a town drunk for many years, sustained by his family trust administered by the Brown & Keller law firm. Every now and then, I'd treat Teddy to lunch and every time I left thinking the same thought, what a waste.
It took nearly a year, but the Boston Globe finally broke the story about long time corruption in the Boston Police Department. I was called to testify at the trial. Both Galloway and Flanagan went to prison, sentenced to five years each. Both, in time, relocated to L.A. and rumors had it that they went together into a private investigation business specializing in divorce work.
Scarborough made Captain, probably due to all the headlines he received in breaking the O'Hara case and in blowing the whistle on Galloway. Bill did a mighty fine job, many believe he was the best Captain of Homicide the Department ever had.
O'Toole retired to Miami, Florida and worked for years as a school crossing guard.
The murderer of poor Miss Ming was never found. I always figured it was Flanagan, maybe with Galloway's involvement. But no one found any evidence that tied them to it and most folks wrote it off as it being Blake's doing with the help of some of his mob cronies from Jersey.
Mary continued to work with Big Shirley and I kept ordering Dutch apple pie. Once in awhile, Mary and I would go to the Franklin Zoo and watch the big cats pace back and forth and the monkeys swing from the ropes. Sometimes we would buy our tickets from Mrs. Brown who would remind us that her husband was a lawyer in a big downtown law firm.
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May God's gentle grace be with you.