They've kept me waiting here a long time, but I don't mind. It's given me time to allow reality to sink in. He's gone, my family's killer is dead. He's in the morgue ready to be disected with more respect than he deserves, more than he gave his victims.
He's silenced. I may have to spend some time in prison but that's fine, the voice in my head is now mine, speaking my thoughts and not governed by him.
Finally they're here.
What's this they say? No phone! No gun!
My mind churns once more. It's not Red John!
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