Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

"Every gun is registered, you slipped straight into the circle of suspects simply knowing which model it is. And with today's technology in a simple criminalist novice can figure out the exact point from which it is party a hit. The gunpowder then fades only after three days, the time required to do all the exams and arrest you on the spot if you 're go

I looked at him, puzzled. "I get it," I declared to the end, reggendomi to the door. "If I ever kill someone to come and ask you for help. The fact is that now there would have been useful, a gun."

"I have a bow and arrows if you want, in the trunk. So I guess could you use them exactly how could you use a gun".

"The archery? But who are you, Katniss Everdeen?"

"You're messing with me?" he asked, irritated. "Me and Alfie do some shooting, every now and then."

"Take me to a curiosity then... how do you defend, the usual?"

"I have my methods." It was at

that point that Davil pressed hard on the brake, he climbed quickly to the gear and performed a sharp U-turn, ending up right in the middle of the road, ready to catch in the act of those who had remained at the heels, for all that time.

He cried for the fear of ending up on the windshield, but the seat belt kept me strong.

When the machine is stopped and the headlights lit up what had been the road behind us, until that moment, we realized that no one was there. With our silence shocked, he was only the echo of the wheels are consumed.

We looked at each other, in the most absolute confusion. And both of them pulled a sigh of relief.

Davil riavviò the car and took the road to the college. The journey was silent. I knew that within himself he too was wondering what the hell had just happened, but he said nothing. I was certain that it would not turbarmi, and was so determined not to give me to see his concern for me and gave won, and only leave me with the car in front of the entrance of the campus, allowing me to continue to

walk up to my room. In spite of the night was advanced, and the cold biting, I accepted willingly that a tacit agreement between us.

So I said good-bye and went back to my room, safe

and sound. "The university has made available some rooms".

Professor Bonavick was pulling his small suitcase in the lobby of the hotel, with the usual elegance that characterized him.

The college had also provided a van to

accompany us in Burlington. At the city's university have followed a one-day seminar on some of the cases of crime news, the most shocking ever.

I, Hewitt, Peachlyn and Draven were behind the professor. Dr.

Crain had not come on the bus with us, but had warned Bonavick that he would have preferred to make the journey in his car.

I was not sure of the reason for his presence there with us, as with the role that covered would have to be more help to Thornmoor and Rotten. But in the end I did not know, in detail, how it defined his collaboration with the police.

"Wait for me here, I'm going to do the check-in," said Bonavick, leaving us in the hall, intent on it after almost an hour away by bus.

The last few days had been a bit messed up, to say the least.

Detach from the university and go away, even if for a short while, I would certainly be good. On the other hand, however, I could not stop thinking about him and what had happened to the Inverroche.

My body was carrying tailor-made tangible memory of those

moments. I had bruises on your wrists, and even if the burn on my i

The worst thing was the sign that he had left inside, though. What not would have never gone away.

I looked around. The hotel was rustic, but at the same time fascinating: the decor in the wood reminded me of a chalet, but he also had something that led to the unfolding of one of the castles belonging to the English monarchy, mainly because the furniture is largely composed of furniture

from antique look.

Bonavick returned shortly after, ended his talk with the girl of the reception we met with our key cards between the hands.

"Dr. Crain has already arrived," he informed us. "He is in his room, at the moment. You have the afternoon free, but don't forget di

I know that may not seem important, but the teachers who are hosting us have many hooks that will come in handy in the future."

Meanwhile, we passed in review, and committed unto us the keys. I grabbed my without hesitation.

"Tomorrow we are leaving in the late afternoon, the seminar will last up to fifteen. A later".

"Goodbye, professor." Waved and so did the others.

I looked at the number of my room. "Which

plan do you have?" asked Peachlyn, by turning around its key in the hands.

"The first floor," said Draven.

"Me too!" Hewitt waved his key in the air.

"I am the second... you, Kerys?" I asked.

"I am the third. Better start to go, I would like to rest a bit before di

The truth was that I didn't really want to be with my classmates and follow a seminar that was supposed to inspire me and give me directions on which way to take in the future, but instead he did something else that will get me back into the mind of my past. Still, I was forced to participate in it; but it was not said directly, but it was clear from how he had presented the professor who does not participate would be dismissed from the internship.

I was thinking the initial reason for which I have ventured into the tangle of thorns, in order to understand what I had happened. A part of me suggested I go away, to escape. The other to stay, because my case was not yet closed, and sooner or later the truth would have jumped out.

And then this internship seemed to have only brought more trouble in my life: in addition to the murders, even the calls and tickets anonymous. If a part of me was tired of the search for a culprit to every thing, the same

they couldn't help but wonder who was behind those mysteries. Even if, in the end, the only mystery that made me curious really had a pair of eye eterocromi.

And yet, the idea to live a peaceful life, without fear, even without being able to know how they go really things, excited me very much. I would have been able to convince my mother and Clifford to move far away, in Europe, maybe. Anyone who had me kidnapped, there would not be found. Maybe.

Or I could simply go to the other side of the Country, in other college. Maybe even change the course of studies.

I chose Law because my adoptive father, I had guided her towards the street, but my mother was a marine biologist. I could begin it all over again: the idea frightened me, and I would have liked to get away from all those events of the macabre who continued to follow me.

I climbed up to the third floor with the elevator and as soon as I found the room, the stool to slide the key card to get in, with the intention to rest a bit before preparing for di

I didn't know what thoughts I have flooded your head as soon as I revised Davil, but I hid behind the fact that, until we