Giles was determined to get away from the possibility of this ever happening again. But he would not be doing so by retiring. For one, this was who he was. He was a butler and he liked being a butler. For another, if he retired and simply went into hiding, the killers would all win.
Jacqueline Bossart and her horrible curse would win.
He didn’t go into hiding. In fact, not long after he arrived back in the United States, he began applying for new butler positions. That was after several days of questioning from the baffled authorities, of course, who still thought he had to have been involved in this new batch of murders.
“Nobody is this unlucky, Arthur,” one of the FBI agents had said, using Giles’s first name in spite of his requests not to do so.
But with Cliff’s testimony that Giles had saved his life, along with the recovered surveillance footage from the resort’s cameras, they had nothing to hold him on or charge him with. Giles was free to leave.
He wasn’t just applying for any old butler position, though. His search encompassed a very specific area, an area with a close proximity to his possible salvation from the curse.
Giles figured his only chance to get away from these horrors was to go back to the beginning—to go back to the source of these nightmares. To pay a visit to Jacqueline Bossart herself, currently serving forty-six consecutive life sentences in the United States Penitentiary in Atwater, California.
He was going to confront his own personal demon face-to-face and end this once and for all.