It doesn't take long for the police to come knocking and I take great pleasure in pointing my finger at Alfred and for them to drag him away. But, as soon as he is driven away in a squad car, I breathe slowly and sit down. Tom comes up to me and kneels down. "It's going to be okay Kelly. He's gone now. I'm here. And I'm never going to leave you", he whispers and gives me a gentle kiss on the cheek. I hug him and tears start to form in my eyes. How could this be? A man so close to me, a man I trusted so much could hate me so much without me knowing. There's still a lot of tension in the room, probably due to the fact there are two men in the room that nobody actually knows.

"Hi Dad, this is Tom. I met him in Glyntafon", I say slightly tearfully to Dad.

"Hello Tom, I'm Pietro. Though if what I saw over there was romantic, you might be calling me Dad- in- law soon", Dad bellows.

"Its great to finally meet you sir. Kelly doesn't stop talking about you. And as with the whole Dad- in- law thing, your daughter is the most loveliest, most kindest person I have ever met and, maybe in the future, I might just be calling you Dad", Tom replies. Wow, they've just met and they're already father and son-in- law. They then start laughing and I go along with it, but am interrupted by a tap on my shoulder. I turn round to see a humongous man in police uniform and a cap. He's so tall I have to lean back to see his face.

"Hello, I'm guessing you're Kelly Kennington, the girl who figured out this whole mystery", he says gruffly.

"That's me", I reply happily.

"I would like to just thank you Kelly for solving this case. We've been trying to crack down the identity of Mr. Owens, but with no luck. Our very best investigators couldn't find him", he claims.

"Really?!" I squawk.

"Yes. We were trying to find out information about him because most details on the system were question marks. So Kelly, how would you like a job on the NYPD Investigation Dept.?

"Yes, I'd love to!" I yell.

"Okay then, I'll see you on Monday", he answers. I'm going to work for the NYPD!!

Well, this is certainly a change in emotion. Hopefully, this will be a better job than being a typist for a drunken boss. Now there's just one thing left to do.

I wander outside and as soon as I get network connection, Peter phones me. Just the person I need.

"Hello, sweetie pie", he giggles. "I thought you eventually couldn't get enough of me".

"Actually Peter, I know that Aled Owens paid you to keep me in Wales and you have failed. I am in New York at the moment with my absolutely gorgeous boyfriend Tom who will not turn into an obsessive psycho at the drop of a hat. So, yeah, bye!" I say and slam the phone down. Right, brilliant boyfriend: check, parents happy: check, will probably get my house back: check. Problems? Absolutely none.