Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

"I did not know anything..." murmured my friend.

"Cavanough?" Davil spoke with the detective on

the other side of the line. "This is what I think?"

"I'm checking. There was no complaint in this regard, no investigation, no nothing. Anyone who is this Vincent, has no criminal record clean."

I read the article quickly. The victim of this alleged crime of sexual violence was never mentioned explicitly, but in reading the details that they provided me, it was difficult to associate it with the only other girl in that room. It was clear that to let it be understood that Vincent had abused Peachlyn, repeatedly. Even if there was his name, spoke of the fact that he was the roommate of his girlfriend.

"Gideon". I called him then. "That you tell me instead of Peachlyn Drew? What do you have on you?"

"God, these things should I say to anyone, let alone you guys." I heard him swear, but after a few long minutes I finally answered. "Here she is". However, he then. "We have a complaint of defamation".

"Was Vincent to present her" I stated. "The three of June, I guess"

I added, by checking the date of the release of the article.

"Correct," he informed us Cavanough on the other side of the line.

"We have the crime and the guilty," I muttered. "But what happened to Vincent? And why Peachlyn if it is taken with him?"

Hewitt, thoughtfully, he began to think to himself. "He must be gone because of the rumors that had been put in lap after that article.

Maybe it was a way of Peachlyn to receive all the attention? But why Cassidy had to cover it? Maybe it was killed because it is not intervened, but it remained to watch, even knowing the truth?"

But at that point we were interrupted by the screams of Draven. "Peachlyn, no! Stop!"

We turned to understand what was happening and I saw that Peachlyn had removed the gas mask, inhaling to the lungs, the gas that was left in the room.

Providential, in that moment, from the door came a

shot of dry and game. Hewitt ran to open it, while Draven took in arm Peachlyn, now without the senses, and took her outside.

"Cavanough," he said immediately Davil on the phone.

"Tell the ambulance to hurry".

"This is coming as quickly as possible. We have made starting another. They found Bonavick and is not put to"good".

I hurried to get to the screen reprising the red room, only to realize that, while we were all studying the article as a solution, the room had been emptied: the hooded figure there was more shade. He was left alone, this picture, a vase full of dahlias, black, intent on staring at me.

"Send reinforcements," said Davil at my side. "Anyone who has been to torture him, it can't have gone far."

"We received an anonymous report, they say that there is a man bleeding along the Route. We're going to check, but from what has been said, we think it is Bonavick" I felt Cavanough explain. "We don't have other tracks".

"Fuck". With a violent movement, Davil gave a punch at one of the desks, and you put it. He closed the phone without worrying about the healthy.

Davil stopped, I saw his chest rise up and sit down in an attempt to calm down, the mask still close in the face. "Now exit this room, before that I should take you outside force". But I don't I was watching it: I was focused beyond him, towards the window. Small bows adamantini had taken off in that

time.

"Look..." I muttered. "It is snowing".

"Okay. Referring now". Davil closed the call and joined us.

I, Hewitt and Draven were gathered at the entrance of the building from which we had escaped. A police team was working to scour the entire area, and in particular the preparation of the student newspaper.

The entire building had been emptied of the few people in attendance.

In spite of the snow, it was nice to be able to breathe the open air, without the masks gas, and the risk of inhaling cyanide. I shook in the coat. Among the statements made to the police and the controls of the paramedics was getting late, and the sun was now declining.

"Professor Bonavick and Peachlyn were admitted," we informed the criminologist, putting the phone in your pocket. "Peachlyn is good, have been given the antidote, but it needs to be under observation.

Bonavick, instead, is about to enter the operating room, has several wounds, and they have cut a finger. Hope to be able to hang up the phone".

"Oh my God". I brought a hand to her mouth to hold back a gasp of horror.

"She'll be fine: were not affected vital organs". Davil he ran a hand through his hair, let out a breath, exhausted. The snow continued to descend and slow to stratify on the road. It was becoming all white.

In the meantime, the detective Cavanough came out of the building and the three of us had to hurry.

"You are free to go, you'll go in the next few days in central leave a deposition". I looked at the man lit a cigar, and acts fast. "How are you? You have trouble breathing?" Of course, we had done all the checks, but in these words, I felt her the nature of an attentive father that made road.

"We are well, for luck," replied Hewitt, tranquillizzandolo. "The only one to have breathed at the bottom of that stuff was Peachlyn".

"Is that all?" asked Draven. "We have nothing of that crazy electrocuted? And why Peachlyn he did what he did?"

"We don't know". Davil seemed as confused as us. "One thing is certain, if you have a guilty conscience costituitevi now. Before the face off someone else. Peachlyn was right, this is his game". A thrill I cringed back in to see Davil so severe.

"Enough is enough". He commented at the end Draven, after being left to listen in the silence for all that time. "I'll pull out". She slipped the hood of his jacket, and ran away under the snow, without looking back.

I watched him disappear like a black dot in the white area, between the tall buildings of the Rotten.

"There is one last thing..." warned us Cavanough. We looked at all intrigued.

"What is it?" asked Davil. "Maybe it's time to talk about it in the other branches of the doctor". It was clear that Cavanough did not want to reveal certain details ahead of us, I imagined, for via of professional secrecy.

But Davil did not agree, perhaps he was hoping that we could interesting and useful. "Can talk, I'm sure that there will be problems with Kerys and Hewitt found".

"Bonavick was found injured in the street. I have reason to believe that it is all co

"In the woods?" I asked, hesitant.

"Yes. I think the red room is there. But the video was live, and our technicians, for now, are not able to trace the source, or to recover the

the file, so we only have your testimony on that room. And no direct evidence that lead back to that hotel. But there is more of an unsolved case that seems to have ties with that place, and every time lack the evidence necessary to be able to search, or the possible witnesses refuse to speak. We are sure that there's actually something, but we have no certainty concrete to be able to proceed" continued the detective. "For this, if we want to find the guilty once and for all, we must get under cover".