20 JUNE, THURSDAY 10:23AM
Albus's funeral day, I was dressed in a black coat and a black trouser. As a cop I was used to see corpses but funeral was not my thing but I could not disagree the benign invitation of Roys. Last 2 days were not good I had checked the allèe with Paul and yesterday the passage thieves used but still I was standing here in black overalls, with a tag of loser who couldn't solve the case. No lead, no traces just the identity of Grimm and that stupid letter in my shelf. Rachel was with George who yet had not given a good news. So it's just me at the funeral.
I reached the meadow with a bouquet, around 20 people were already there in proper mourning clothes. There was crying a lot of crying from Albus's kin and kiths. I went to the big brown
