RIP my fish pond

# The Case of the Fishpond: A Noir Farewell The pond's closed now. Case closed, you might say, though in this business nothing ever really closes—it just gets covered over like a body in a shallow grave, forgotten until somebody remembers and digs it up again. I'd been watching this particular case for a long time, saw it shimmer under the sun like a dame's promise: beautiful, mysterious, and ultimately bound to break your heart. It's been a long day. It's always been a long day when you're in the business of keeping things alive, of maintaining the delicate fiction that we can hold back the darkness. The fishpond knew that better than anyone.