Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

"I'm fine, though. Live well my life".

"Do you think that this episode could compromise your peace of mind?" "I hope that is not so". Then, all

of a sudden, she put aside the notebook. "And if it did?" he asked.

"There may be many things in the future, they could find out who was to steal you. Also this could disrupt your serenity."

I felt the muscles tense up, while inside of me I didn't understand quite where she wanted to go. "I'm sure that regardless of everything, I will find a way to feel good".

I was hoping not to perceive what was really under. A person who continues to live after trauma must close a chapter. I do not I had done, not really. I was in the same city, in the same college, with the same people, because that part of my life had not yet ended. Not until it was discovered the truth.

"Tell me more of the traineeship". His sudden change of topic made me illanguidire the muscles. "The River, how's it going?"

"I confess I worship him, is what I have always wanted to do.

The professor is a genius."

"And the criminologist?" The breath I stopped in my throat.

"Did you hear about the dr. Crain?"

I could feel his name, asking what relevance it had in our seat. "Yes..." ammisi.

"He is very... professional. Do you know him?" "He and Bonavick I have asked for an opinion on some of the students because of the placement.

"Dr. Crain seems very dedicated to the cause."

The hourglass was sliding the last grains of sand and I don't I was so sure that the sessions with the doctor, Warris would be finished soon.

"I know for sure he is," I revealed. And the more I talked about it with her, the more I realized what really does not work for me. I had spent the whole summer to refuse the consequences of what I had been: but only because the guilt was someone else and not me, I did not mean that I did not have the responsibility to accept the things that happened to me.

Perhaps, dr. Warris was right. Find out who he had been would have changed everything, but I would have reported back in time, to the Kerys first.

The young girl agreed for the perfect life that had been built for her, the one who loved that it was River to court her, and who believed that love was a mere pinch of happiness in the monotony of his days.

But the truth was that Kerys I did not miss at all.

Chapter 5

Watch me when I kill

Even fairy tales have a side bloody, otherwise there would be no end pleased.

Kerys

They say that we're a part of us is likely to remain there for ever.

According to the principle of interchange, every criminal leaves on the place of the crime, a trace of himself and takes away something.

The criminologist Edmond Locard believed that when a person is in contact with another person or with a place, in case of a transfer that comes from both sides, and comes to both.

For this reason, the inspection of the scene of the crime is crucial to an investigation: and this principle is valid for all those who access, therefore also for doctors, technicians and workers. Without

distinction.

And for how a criminal can commit to prevent this exchange or to clean up his tracks, he has been there, and this can not change, the places and the victims they know how to tell you how to whispers a bedtime fairytale. You need to aim the ears and remain vigilant until the end of the story, if you want to know how it ends.

I liked to think that this principle could also be applied to the everyday life, the places that we travel and the people

we meet. When we look at a stranger off the street with indifference, those eyes strangers we leave something inside. The people who we love and who we hate, you take a part of us and we of them. All the times that we carry away a memory, we remain anchored in the tufts of grass in th we walked on, to turn it into a trail of memory.

I was firmly convinced

that the people we meet and the places that we visit, we remain inside as a cracking invisible and

we do the same with them. This was also true for villa Crain.

Even before arriving at the home of Davil, I felt under my skin that I and that place we'd exchanged each other piece of ourselves. My transition I would have docked there for ever, like a ghost, condemned to live forever.

The detective Cavanough had given a tear to me and Hewitt.

Although the lake was not far away, and you could reach with a ten-minute walk, that day it was raining and none of us had any desire to swim. I didn't know for sure how the others would come, but I knew that River was his car, and I would imagine that would have given him a pass even at Draven and Peachlyn.

I paste to the window as soon as the lake became more close and Cavanough, who knew the road, into the woods until

reaching a residence full of houses that looked out on the large expanse of water, beaded, reflecting the stormy sky of that day.

A guardian repaired in his gabbiola left us to navigate raising a barrier as soon as the detective made the name of the criminologist, and then we proceeded to go up the way to outperform almost all of the villas. The road we walked was raised and extended to the back of the housing.

When we got to the end of the street, I saw a fence typical of a stable, in the distance, and then, finally, the last house left. Was directly on the lake, in the vicinity of the other, and remained from these more distant and lonely. It was attached to the bush in autumn. I let myself be overwhelmed by his beauty.

The detective parked the car behind the house, and immediately jumped down from the car with my rain boots at the foot. I opened the umbrella in a hurry and

Hewitt below, ru

We waited and I took the

opportunity to close the umbrella and leave it there, out, be repaired. Davil Crain took a few minutes come to open the door and when I saw it I check through the peep-hole, a ring of icy, I crossed from head to toe.

"Dr. Crain" greeted him Cavanough. He came to our shoulders just in time.

"Come on in, before the time the worst". With an elegant gesture opened even more the door and stepped aside.

Hewitt crossed the threshold first, and I followed him instantly, blocking my but a moment after hearing the voice of the detective.

"I went only to say goodbye and leave the boys, see you in central". The few words with which Cavanough you defilò.

Only when the criminologist closed the door behind her, I looked around. The living room was immense, he welcomed the light from the stained-glass windows that lined the edge of the lake. Despite the cloudy sky of that day, there was a warmth almost solar in that environment.

I couldn't make up its mind and Davil not able to say goodbye, that an unknown voice crept from the stairs leading to the upper floor.

"I have to go, they're waiting for me". The man, who was supposed to have m or less the age of the criminologist, came in all haste, without thinking of us.