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Davil turned the handle and opened the door. "See you later" he said, giving him a pat on the shoulder.

I stared at the man with full elegant exit, without seeing much of him apart from the dark hair and light eyes. And while he went up, another little creature made its entrance.

With the coat long, brown and eyes of green, an adult cat, you stretched on the mat and hurried to shelter from the rain.

Davil promptly closed the door. "I present to you the evil eye". That name particular, for a cat.

But the animal, in response to this, there ignored and walked towards what looked like the kitchen. Maybe to draw on her reserves of food. "Where is the bathroom?" asked Hewitt, before he could say anything else. "Upstairs, down the hall".

And so I was alone, standing in his living room filled with shelves full of books, a piano, a few small sofa, a fireplace, and other not managed to interest me, because my eyes were immediately on him.

And its on me.

He wore a polo shirt and a pair of black trousers, hands tucked in the pockets and tense muscles. Only in that moment I realized the ink that adorned his skin, the short sleeves left glimpse drawings braided and venules in the skin. One of the wrists had a clock from the air, expensive, a pair of moccasins.

His wild hair was more tousled than usual, but those irises God only knows what material they were made. A color of spring, the other in the autumn.

I was supposed to be a disaster, mass comparison. The skin color of the moon. I had put in your hair my black bow, and wore her hair blond along the shoulders, but I had kept the uniform and put on the boots for the rain to the place of the usual Mary Jane. A young girl with the bag on your shoulder and knees discoveries.

"Hello". When my eyes returned his tattoos, he hurried to loose sweater long sleeve that kept her tied on the shoulders, and if he slipped.

"Hello".

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Nodded, but the only thing I could wonder was if it was normal to feel so deeply the reverberation of his voice. Up to the inside the cavities of my bones.

A few minutes later, it was also the professor Bonavick and soon the door knocked on the River, accompanied by Peachlyn and Draven, just as I had imagined. While the professor was doing it in part to respond to a call that seemed urgent, dr. Crain took us through a first sitting-room, whose windows looked out on the lake and we used to give a wide view of the bad weather. Some couches were set up right in front and a series of Persian carpets covered the floor with soft cushions.

The cat was lying right on one of these, intent on enjoying his afternoon nap, not at all disturbed by our presence. We walked through the room and then end up all at the table placed in a room just beyond, separated by an arch... I Went back to watch the library infinite who had been here the whole wall, and for a moment I was lost in studying the backs of large volumes of medicine and criminology.

Draven sneezes. "Jeez, you could tell me that there was a cat. Are allergic to it".

Bonavick and Davil were scattering a few sheets of paper on the table. Meanwhile, I was passed on to examine the narrative, from the classical literature, and in particular all the volumes of Shakespeare, and a copious series of thriller.

"This confirms my theory." Peachlyn dedicated to him a grin from ear to ear, once again sitting next to him.

Without realizing it, in fact, we had taken the places of the last time. To my luck, I was still as far away as possible from the River.

"Would that be?" Draven was intrigued, but she let out another sneeze.

"That all the assholes are born allergic to cats".

Draven made the verse just like the previous time. Not held a smile when Hewitt at my side and let out a laugh, and so I gave him an elbow to the side, aware that we would soon been taken. In fact, Bonavick took in his hand the situation at the moment, with a stern expression.

"Okay, that's enough. Let's start". The smiles were turned in silence, only the patter of rain interrupted the noise of our thoughts. "Donovan and Cavanough, you will come with me. There was a sudden change of program: we have a key witness in the central and allow us to watch from behind the glass. The rest of you will remain here and you will discover a part of an important, though tedious, to our work: research. I want that tried to find cases in which the crime includes poisoning by ricin, or a football player, but as a victim, possibly in the environment of the college. Study modus operandi criminals above may help us to understand something more than what we are studying now."

And with only those premises, I had to understand that it would have been an afternoon very long. Lying

on the sofa on her stomach, I could not stay focused on the book that I had before. The rain seemed to have calmed down, it was already more than an hour Bonavick, River and Hewitt were gone. We kept looking through the pages of old books and archives of the specialized various sites on the Internet. Even the evil eye was bored of staying inside and meowing had forced his master to open the door for him to get out and go in search of a new adventure.

Peachlyn and Draven were sitting at the table, to their computer. And I Davil there were dedicated instead to the old manual search. It was of books, magazines, and articles that the detective and Davil were passed to take in the library the day in which, for the first time I met him.

Mordicchiai for the umpteenth time the pencil and sfogliai another page inconclusive, trying to find a shred of interest in what I was doing. As much as you wanted me to do, I lost you to read

on the contrary. Every time I have come across cases of kidnapping of young women, I stopped to study them, but none of the ones that I read fits with something familiar; so I went next, and I remembered that was what I had to try.

My eyes, however, could not do less ru

A thrill of stabbing me beaten from head to foot. From there I could turn away and gaze on him without being judged. The lake and the bush beyond the glass, the silhouetted around a fire, and prominent, he was the spark of that panorama.

Legs spread, his elbow on the armrest and the pen intent to graffiargli the lower lip, while he, thoughtfully, read and flip through. I wondered if he, too, had experienced what I had heard I to the police station, if with that of his or her way she implicitly understood that there was the risk that I did lose control.

One thing I knew, however, and had I not, I had never felt so. And this had awakened a part of me that I didn't even know, a part that is able to put others in distress and make me feel the game master. A part of that maybe I kept hidden for a long time and I was still learning. From one side, intrigued me is the idea of getting what I wanted, to be able to seduce a man bigger than me.