"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