Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

"What would you say?" dr. Foster, it was his work with extraordinary competence, but he was not to have to unravel the mysteries of a crime. For that, the detective and I had more experience.

To this I answered the question, making me forward to get a better look at the corpse. We didn't know what was dead, we would have discovered

, however, short-term, but did not seem to have suffered too much. There were tears in the clear, his clothes were in good condition, and the exposed parts of his body clean. The nails intact, the hair is almost sorted. The product is perfect murder destined to remain unpunished.

It was the first body that were, but I was almost sure that it would not be the last. We didn't know when the murderer would strike again: perhaps he had already done. I reached the hands in the pockets of his pants, and I looked at the no doubt about the nature of the invitation.

"We

were invited. Will have something to make us see". I had never been accustomed to the company, th was with other people, they were always co

Despite the fake parchment would contain a date and time other than with respect to the true memorial that was already pla

of the university. The college was only a few kilometers from the lake, so it was not

then far away from home. I went to give me a freshen up and change clothes of a dress, choosing something appropriate for a ceremony such as the one in which I was to attend.

As agreed, and I Cavanough we found ourselves in front of the entrance of the university together with a couple of agents on his team.

We pulled up to the building of the Rotten that would have hosted the event: I have followed the detective to the first floor, in the large hall there was a bulletin board covered with flyers and posters advertising events, parties, evenings on various topics), then the second already full of people. We were immediately greeted by the chatter, the music, the lights, that they wanted to be soft: it seemed to me all too turned on for a memorial, there was an atmosphere more cheerful than he should be.

The room was so great to host hundreds of students, more teachers, and the rest of the staff. The expressions on the faces of the boys were varied, some of the most tense, others sad, some with shy smiles. The company seemed to be with each other could be the perfect antidote to the thought of a killer in circulation. Unfortunately, we, the intruders in the room, we had the awareness of the invitation on the body of the dead, and the doubts raised.

It was not a place for me, of this I was sure. Was full of pubescent teens who exchanged a flask underhand; also who had the age for drinking is not wanted to do it in front of the professors with the risk of feeling judged.

Years had passed now since the time I attended college

and I had reached a point in my life where I had to deal with the reality of the facts, that the time spent would not come back.

Not that I regretted, however.

Stand behind the detectives and officers in uniform caught the glances and less careful; but, after the initial curiosity, the interest on us dwindled, especially after Cavanough sent her to scout the

perimeter, and he and I sat down on stools in front of the corner bar.

I took a moment to analyze the situation better. An invitation to a memorial would be a nice way to a

victim, that was the first thing that I thought of. It was part of his modus operandi? We did not

wrong.

But the truth is that my ability to stay firm on my thoughts went up in smoke with a single glance ephemeral. All my good intentions you disciolsero in the non-alcoholic beer that the detective had me stretched to try to amalgamarci as possible.

The son of Cavanough came forward to go to meet the father. To follow him, there was an illusory vision.

I did not realize that I was insulated from the noise around until the boy's voice came to me in the ears, and the background music is made of the new space between my thoughts.

Not degnai even a glance, she had already pointed to. If he was on the sidelines, like a cat in the shadows. Perhaps the most harmless thing he could do.

But his eyes were on me, just as my on her. Drank a sip: it was enough to settle my thoughts. Adagiai slowly disarming the glass on the counter next to me. The language I farneticò between the lips to remove any trace of foam.

It was a flower of vanilla, her skin smooth rayed even under those neon lights, and hair long and blond hair fell like a wave of silk behind the shoulders, between the shoulder blades left uncovered by

the black corset that she wore. I felt dirty when I was left to watch her clothes, a short skirt with stockings beneath. A pair of boots up to the knee, and nothing else, in addition to the gaze of the stars.

It was, however, another garment to take me back to the reality in front of his beauty: a black bow, the tied part of the hair behind the head, leaving the face uncovered, except for a few strands indomate. A bow that sprouted from his head, remembering almost two ears fox. A bow so pretty from interested to remind myself what my role in that story and get straight to my place.

"How?" asked the detective to his son, prodding the ground.

"Everything seems to go well, not missing much at the end of the evening". Hewitt, meanwhile, stepped aside to allow her friend to join in the conversation; she took control of her space and looked away from me, and is dedicated to Cavanough

senior. He spoke with confidence. "Hello, Gideon. As ever here?"

"We went to do a check," replied the detective shrugged his shoulders. The expression of the sweet Kerys was not

convinced, but nodded without turning any further questions.

Was intrigued by us, surely interested in the reasons that had brought them there that night and the preceding day in the library. Yet he kept at bay expressions, calculated with attention words and questions. It was the sly. In a few moments, the smart look seeped through the veil of dismay that he had decided to take as the expression of the face of the other. But soon reestablished his attention on me, ignoring both Cavanough.

I remained impassive, but a strange feeling I was gripped by the bowels. I put aside any thoughts to concentrate on the situation. The quadriceps strained instinctive in the fabric and the excruciating pain that engulfed my right leg was like a bucketful of cold water... but it was hard not to feel warm in that room. I took a hand the shirt to be able to unbutton the first button, while she said two simple words: "Dr. Crain".

Spoke as you taste a fruit forbidden, the corner of his lips lifted in a half smile, I couldn't hold my.

I was certain that, if Cavanough had also heard it say my name in that sweet and at the same time sensual, I would have removed from the case without thinking twice.