Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

There was something familiar, but I couldn't understand what...

"the River seems to not want to awaken, so I'll work through you. He is the person related to the victim and to this place, I need you to tell me everything you know". Davil had taken off his jacket and had it hanging on one of the hooks, as far away as possible from the figure marked red on the wall.

Then he did a thing which I could not understand. You tugged on the slee of the shirt and began to take in the dressing room from one side to the

parallel to the wall where I was leaning.

"What are you doing?"

A step-by-step, once at the other wall, his path to

the reverse, only a meter to the right.

"I analyze the scene of the crime, seeking details, anything that can give us information about the case".

"It makes no sense to follow the protocol from criminalist" I infuriai without reason in seeing him so taken. "There is a victim, we don't have the body.

And who knows how long ago it happened!"

"Right, we don't have the body. What does this mean, Westwood?" I asked.

I looked Peachlyn that you had calmed down hardly, sitting on one of the benches. Hewitt leaned against the jamb of the door, which is suspended in a confusion palpable. As if he expected to wake up. I knew him too well not to know, just from his expression that spoke not only because it would have vomited him from time to time.

Draven, however, seemed not to be afraid. He was worried for the River, an for a moment, I saw in him a future doctor could be.

Even if no one cared really of the River, we could not have much and neither of us held particularly to him. Of course, we still had a conscience, and therefore we would have done everything possible to save it.

But we could rintanarci there right when the professor would not have found th way to get us out. Yet, the threat of dying with him, there would be at peace.

So I let my eyes follow dr. Crain, looking for a

clue, something. His movements me, enchanted and rekindled in me a co

"If we do not have a body at the scene of the crime..." after thinking ab myself in the foot fatigue, "it means that the victim is alive. It means that

this is not a murder."

"Or is death, or the body has been moved to another place, and there is a scene of the crime secondary". Hewitt I joined, him starting to set in motion his reasoning, taking back a little control of himself.

"Good." Davil taken to examine the walls, most-of-thumb. "There is nothing that gives me clues on the victim or the offender, or on what has happened."

"Maybe there is more of a culprit, we have certainty only on the victim". I noticed.

"Excellent observation. Anything to add?" That bit of

recognition gave me a new force me to take a step

forward.

"It is not that there are no more tests," I began, speaking in rapid fire. "The evidence we have, but maybe not the we can distinguish".

"Maybe they are evidence of people here go u

"You, Kerys. You should be the one that knows best in all of us River: why do you think that someone might want him dead?" I had to take a moment to answer the question of Davil.

Gasping, I decided to give voice to my thoughts. "I would be dead" I said. "It is not true that I know him well, but I died for what I did. Even if, in reality, do not really would like one dead on the conscience".

"Kudos for the honesty," I sneered Draven.

"Thanks, try it you all so much that it would hurt".

"I'm turning the head," said Peachlyn.

"Morrigan, the team doctor are you at the moment." Davil made him a sign to reach Peachlyn to help you relax. "Kerys, continue please..."

I had to think of him, naked, which is penetrated violently the woman under him, in his living room. I would not have to think about his abs, hidden at that time by the shirt. The throbbing veins under the skin of his biceps, to his wet hair and the color of his irises opposite. I should not have to do this ever, but especially in that moment. Yet, his image I quivered inside.

I schiarii the throat to regain a shred of self-control, to return to the terrible reality of the facts. "If I want to dead River is because it has

done something that is not supposed to do." I stated, determined.

"A crime?" he asked me. "No..." and

I thought about it. "Maybe yes. The recovery and dissemination of an act of intimate without the consent of the other person is a crime. But not a crime to me directly concerns".

The silence resigned and looked at my companions in misfortune.

Hewitt at my side seemed confused, Davil was waiting for, maybe, a piece missing in that picture. Nothing seemed to guide us in a direction, yet the more I looked at this design the more I seemed to know very well what had happened between those four walls.

"I've already seen". I decided then not to keep me more into that thought, walking towards Davil, and overcoming it to caress the outline of the red with the fingertips.

"You're contaminating the scene of the crime," I resumed.

"There had never been done before..." I felt my throat burn deeply, while I was doing my words just at the moment when the was saying. "It is here that they are together, River fucked Ally right here."

"I can confirm". Draven came in my favor. "But from this angle I was able to figure it out before, now that you mention it...

and yet that movie I kept it for a long time".

"You suck" bofonchiai with disgust. "But you're right."

Following an intuition, I reached the precise spot where it was found the dead body of Alex Moore. And when I turned around to look at the shape and Davil next, back bile vomit, I reversed the stomach. This time it was the disgust real to go as far as to the mouth of my esophagus.

"This is the angle from which it was taken".

Draven came quickly to my side, only to confirm my

theory with a nod of the head.

"We don't know if Alex's body has been moved, even if only by a few metres. But this makes me think of one thing. It could mean that it was Alex to pick it up, maybe?" interjected Hewitt. "Maybe the killer wants to send a message".

Davil nodded, tightening of the jaw. "I'm afraid that Moore has taken, yes. But there must be more, if we're still not free".

"The culprit is not Alex, he is an observer". I reflected aloud, but inside of me, thoughts came to a speed that does not leave me time

to fully realise what that meant. Each fragment was

then reco

at that point I realized what the truth was. The guys around me were not t yet arrived. But I do.

A tear I sailed the cheek while instinctively brought my hand to his mouth to cover the moans, and I started sobbing furiously. The chest I tightened against the heart in a vise painful and I felt a strong heat clouding my skin. The devastation hit me all at once.