Unrepentaint. Impenitenti

"You have already ready the agents?" Davil not seemed upset as I am by those considerations, it was clear that he had grown used to certain dynamics.

"Actually, no". I could not believe my ears. "The property obviously does not leave us to enter without a warrant, and the court will not release. We tried to organize the actions of infiltration, in the past, but always without success: it was as if they knew all the cops in the city. I don't... I finished the possibilities. For this I wanted to talk about it with her, dr. Crain".

On her face appeared, and the realization of that underlying question. "Not me," are you really asking you to sneak in a room in which there are the red room, the detective?"

"Should only take a turn and go away. She knows how to work that the people who attend places of the genre, the study of the psyche is the branch".

"You

know she is never so simple, and the theory is different from being on the field."

I immediately ahead. "What should I do? Take some photos?

Recognize a few people?"

"Yes." Cavanough took another draw from his cigar. "We need someone who can bring back the red room of that place; then we will be able to intervene. But she, dr. Crain, is the only one who has seen the movie and can confirm".

"I can do it myself" I noticed.

"Do not say nonsense," I immediately resumed Hewitt. "You can't, it's dangerous."

"I am the one who has looked at what was

happening to Bonavick and I remember perfectly the room, I could recognize it in a moment."

I didn't want to get me in trouble, but if there

was one thing that I could do to help, that would be it. I was tired of unsolved cases.

"No, it's fine," interjected immediately Davil. "I am going, there is no problem".

"I'm coming with you" I suggested again.

"Do not be stubborn, Westwood," I resumed, under the eyes of all.

"No need to put yourself in danger."

Cavanough looked at us. It seemed divided, troubled. And I knew that if he was hesitating, that if he was really thinking about my proposal, it was because I had more alternatives to go. "It will not be then so dangerous, it's just a hotel like the other. And surely it would be suspicious if she is presented alone, dr. Crain".

"Then it's decided," I said, once again.

"It is not decided just for nothing". Davil was furious, but the thing that a

Cavanough the start. "I'm just saying that if Kerys had the desire to sleep in a hotel, for a night, I do not have anyone to vietarglielo".

"Dad..." Hewitt was concerned at least as much as Davil, I read well in his eyes sunken. "Can't you say seriously."

"There was a painting in the room" I stated, trying to put me in the midst of all those positions. "Dr. Crain, she saw it? What was the painting above? Know how to recognize it?"

Davil I dedicated a occhiataccia those capable of squartarti alive, but the sopportai. He did not answer, he clenched his fists to his sides, and stared at me with arrogance.

"It's not relevant," he commented.

"Is the fact that on that framework, we both finished the blood of Bonavick, don't you think?"

"Kerys..." Cavanough took on a tone more serious. "You sure could you recognize him?"

"Absolutely, yes. "Can

you describe to the police," he tried to say Hewitt. "You don't have to strength to do it."

"Yes". I wasn't going to hold me back. If in that place ran a sadist with a balaclava in the skin to cover his face, I had to see it with my own eyes. I was certain to be linked to that hotel. "And then we will be dr. Crain with me, and do not risk anything."

I saw the tendons of his jaw flickering, but remained silent. He had to understand that she could not choose me, she could only accept that I took the wrong roa consequences.

Then Hewitt at my side caught my attention.

"I get home, I don't think I manage to stay a second longer here." His eyes in pain and turned to the other agents who came from the entrance of the building. Then he came and I left a kiss in your hair.

"You, too, you 'd better go to rest. See you tomorrow." He greeted me, then turned to the Davil. "Dr. Crain".

"I'll walk you" he offered the detective, reminder, following the son, and putting a hand on his shoulder. "Talk to you later," he added, in the direction of Davil. "You, too, Kerys, for anything, call me."

"Goodbye, Gideon". Davil

made him a nod of the head, and soon we were alone, me and him.

"They are right," he said immediately. "Eat something and go to sleep, you seem tired. Then we can talk about it, of this history of the hotel".

Disconsolate, shaking off the shoulders and returned with your eyes on the expanse of the milky little far from us. "I think it will go direct to sleep," I muttered.

I didn't even have the strength to think of food, the hunger seemed to me, a feeling foreign to

sleep.

Davil raised an eyebrow, wondering. He wore a coat too,

very long and a burnt brown.

"Let's go," he said, with a tone that does not accept replies. "I'll accompany you to eat something".

I tried to stop him, to tell him that it was not necessary, but he grabbed me by the arm and dragged me under the snow. I could barely put the head, and together we ran under one of the porches of the university.

Ten minutes later we were sitting in the canteen. It was empty, and the thing I was surprised, including bad weather, holidays and, above all, the facts just happened, but it was still open.

I focalizzai on the snow beyond the window, mild, and beautiful.

Covered every corner of the streets, and in spite of the slowness with which you could find, he had already cloaked all in white.

I wanted to be as well, like her. Cold and ice. I wanted to have its inevitability. Because of the snow if he takes it with a comfortable, falls slowly, without haste, and remains unstoppable. You can take cover, try to cope with it, but you can't stop it. You can not put an end to the storm.

Will they look at you like you are watching a dahlia that grows in the snow.

This were the words of my mother.

I could surround myself with snow, across that I wanted to, but I would've never been like that. I would have remained for ever a dahlia. A flower as a another that is resistant to the elements to the pure randomness of fate.

"How are you feeling?"

Davil caught my attention; I realized that in the meantime someone had taken our orders. He was worried for the both of you to order the dish of the day, fillet Wellington and baked potatoes.

It was beautiful, as always. The clothes were a bit wrinkled, but I don't mind the air of a man too busy to go home to change clothes; he was good.

His irises mirror were tested, but I could read

the concern in every nook and cra

"I'm okay," I ricomposi, looking down on my