求急,麻烦各位帮忙翻译一下,有劳各位啦!谢谢

求急,麻烦各位帮忙翻译一下,有劳各位啦!谢谢
Everything after that was just hectic.The killer, a man with the innocuous name of Archibald Horner,had been caught less that a block away from my mother's corpse sitll holding the knife,with her blood all over his hands,shirt,even his face.He had been taken in quickly,and charged cleaned.People nodded with moronic satisfaction about that.
For a number of months I went through the motions of grieving,but I have an idea that grieving requires some sort of closure ,and no such thing came,All I saw when I went to sleep was the fictinal form of Archibald Horner