Three months later.
I sat between Lucke's legs while I looked at the star-filled sky. Tonight, Arthur Johnson had been sentenced to life imprisonment. It turned out that the guy who had tried to kill Lucke was the same one who had murdered my mother. And with just a little pressure from the police, they got the man to talk and confess that Arthur had also paid him to do that job. More evidence and testimonies were gathered until they managed to convict him.
Lucke and I hadn't gone to court because we didn't think it was necessary. We just waited for the police to call us and tell us what the verdict was. Unfortunately, there wasn't enough evidence to hold him accountable for the death of Lucke's mother, but at least he would spend the rest of his life in prison, dying there, and never ha
