Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

I wanted to stay numb to fasten it that way, but in her dark eyes I still saw the memories of the moments spent together, for as much as the hated. He realized that one moment of weakness, and he gave me a wink. Shook my head and went back to pay attention to Bonavick.

"This year, the internship will be different from previous years also because of the collaboration that I wish to carry on with one of the best criminologists in the circulation; let me present". Drizzai the head as do the cats. With the

felt the anxiety that began to scavarmi in the chest up to the mouth of the stomach.

"I present to you Davil Crain. It is an honour to have her here with us, dr. Crain". The professor Bonavick stepped to the side to allow the man to come forward to the front of the audience of students.

Davil. If there is a universe where the gods are born and live, he was definitely from there. I could not forget her eyes

even if I wanted to do, the two irises are different and which gave life to a face divided in the middle. Wavy hair were neatly combed back and the cheeks sbarbate you arricciavano in two dimples while he was addressing the man who was presenting.

"Professor," he greeted. "It is for me to be here." Dr. Crain was wearing a pair of blue pants navy and a polo shirt, a sweater in cashmere and tied around the neck, just as in the evening of the

memorial. Its elegance was full expression in the grace with which leaned against the chair, tucking his hands in his pocket.

I, on the other hand, I found myself tighten the thighs crossed, and hiding his lips behind his hands crossed, with his elbows resting on the desk in front of me. There were a few people able to attract my attention in that way. It was magnetic in a way.

My thoughts ran to the memory of the memorial a few days before.

That evening I had pulled out for the second time by the whirlwind of panic that I risucchiava too often in recent times.

I had not revealed to anyone the effect that it was classical music and was on the point of talking about it with him, explain to him why when Tchaikovsky took to play I went with the mind in my nightmares.

But I trusted in him, and the fact that it was there was confirmation that I had done well. Could not be a coincidence that in the last days I had known and met several times. What was he doing there? It was really only work in the case of Alex Moore?

"I'll be very clear with you." Dr. Crain spoke with a firm tone, looking at the students from his location one-to-one. "The work that I do is not for everyone, so if you were to get a moment of this path that is not be able to cope, please do not hesitate to take a step back. I'm sure there'll be a way for you to find another vocation, but don't pretend that everything is fine if it is not so, because whoever is the culprit who seek it, will use all the weak points at his disposal to derail our investigation. And this, we can't afford it".

Only at that point, his gaze mirrored rested on me. The eyelids half-closed portion of an expression of indifference, but inside me I could feel the touch of the ghost of his thoughts.

Professor Bonavick taken in hand the presentation, starting to

talk about the procedures that the trainee would have been involved. But what we all were thinking that was the case they would have had access to. It was clear what it was, even without explicitly saying so.

However, I heard little or nothing of what he said. Dr. Crain I remembered perfectly the reason why the course of the professor Bonavick had become my favorite, at the same time, however, I distracted him with his presence.

A few minutes later, dr. Crain is dismissed, and the professor began his usual lecture from the program. Hewitt at my side and tried to steal my

some word or feeling, but for the first time that day I was not able to formulate anything articulate.

When the class ended, the students around me, and hurried out of the classroom to be able to control the sheet hung at the door, but I stood in silence to rearrange my things without haste.

"Don't you come and see if we are on the list?" asked Hewitt, when the hall was almost completely empty.

I took a moment to look around, some of the students controlled the list puffing then resigned. It was at that moment that dr. Crain crossed again the threshold to head towards the professor.

"Yes, I'll join you in a moment. You start to go". My friend didn't seem entirely convinced, but resigned to my answer and you defilò without thinking too much about it.

I watched him so throw a look to the list and return quickly with eyes on me, then he went away. Now I was just me in the classroom, I had just finished reassembling my bag when the professor left the seat, flanked by dr. Crain, who then remained on the door.

He was leaning with one shoulder against the jamb and kept her arms crossed at the chest. Down the short flight of steps that I could take to get to the exit and I walked up to him with apparent calm.

"Miss Westwood," he greeted me immediately. "The

doctor". I shook the shoulder strap on the shoulder and lifted my chin to be able to look you straight in the eyes. It was difficult to try to seem as authoritarian with that uniform schoolgirl wearing.

"It is not curious to know if it will participate in the internship?" I noticed a grin mocking; they were making fun of me.

The way in which it was made did not allow me to see the all list, and almost seemed to me that he wanted to

block the passage, but I was not intimidated by that way of doing things. On the contrary, for som those who had to do.

"Oh,

no," I muttered. "I already know that I will, not I need to check".

At that point, his eyes lit up, intrigued, which made me hold back a smug smile.

"Really?" he asked, in fact. "He is so convinced?"

"My ex-boyfriend, River Donovan, he's studying Law like me. It was among the first to get off, but the first of its kind, that after reading the list, if it went away in silence. All of the others? They were disappointed, baffled, is discussed. I was sure I would be chosen, after all, was the best friend of the victim".

"And what makes you think that the teacher has chosen for this?"

"The fact that it's definitely among the suspects. How do you say?

Keep close to friends, but even more enemies".

Not confirmed my assumption completely. "He is one of the five, yes." Proof of the fact that there were things that I was not to know.

"Peachlyn Drew. The only course that is the study of journalism, she was the second to react as a River. Knows who made me a surprise, dr. Crain?" "I have absolutely no idea". She shook her head, almost amused. "Draven Morrigan, the third of the five. Is adult because he studied medicine and they told me that this is the third time that seeks to be admitted to the internship. A choice you wouldn't expect from the part of the professor Bonavick, I thought not to take the big ones, and that they were to take the course of ceramics".

"Obviously, it was wrong". "Maybe he wanted to

make people feel at home yourself. In the end, even she is a doctor." "My oath has lost its value a long time ago, miss Westwood. The lack of a place, a part of her, anyway."