Crain.
But it was when we arrived in front of the central that I was forced, overlooking between the two front seats, to divert attention from the road, and the pine trees that lined the street. Got up instinctively look towards the rearview mirror, only to discover that his eyes were focused on me through his reflection.
Boccheggiai, an attraction ancestral shook up to the inside of the bones at every blow dealt by his irises. It was difficult to remain indifferent to the way in which you raised inside of me simply seeing me, .
"We have arrived". Davil turned the key in the latch and the car died: expected that River jumping down to do the same, and direct us all, and three looking toward the central.
Crossing its threshold, he realized how much time had passed since the last time I was there. Maybe more than a month, they no longer need to further my testimony or my presence. There was
nothing useful that I could tell about them. As there was not much to do in order to find the guilty. For this I had to make it on my own.
The detective Cavanough we identified at the moment and doing the slalom between the comings and goings of people joined us, saying goodbye befo the criminologist and then both me and the River, the latter with less interest.
"You're here for the invitation? We took pictures to send to you, even if we think that we will not serve much". He said immediately and attract my attention. I and the River, we made immediately by following the two men a short walk away, in silence. "We have not found footprints, or useful information. I wanted to give it to her, and to the professor in the original, but does not allow it".
I listened with attention, even if I didn't have the faintest idea what they were saying. Cavanough guided us to the corridors of bare and sinister, grey smoke. I know them perfectly, I knew where they were in the bathroom, the dining rooms to the interrogatories and the main offices.
"The copies will be okay". Davil walked sure of himself, without taking off the jacket.
I incantai on his back, arms folded and hands tucked in the pockets of his trousers. The wavy hair looked soft and after I left to run my attention on his shoulders and on his biceps, not I could do than go over. The back bandaged from his pants, and long legs, and trained me to understand that it had to do some sports, but then I noticed a detail. Small and miserable, but it was enough to focus a little more on the normal to notice him.
His leg. Not limp, but he stayed a second longer when it rested the right foot. As if you were recovering from a pain which pressed on the nerves, a pain rooted. Yet, despite this, he moved with a grace peculiar.
Lost in these thoughts, we were to pass in front of one of the doors of the female toilets, when it sprang open and out of the girl, it was the last I expected to meet, and - judging by his gaze - she
's equally surprised by the encounter.
Ally Goodman was passing a hand through his dark hair while you kept the door behind her. I stopped at the exact moment when she looked up on me and then on the River at my side. A flash crossed his face and for a moment I seemed to be terrified, but regained his composure in an instant.
You hurried to take the step in the opposite direction to ours, and he lowered his gaze, without degnarci more of his interest. I rather not
I was able to move. The River was not at all upset. Cavanough and Davil not seemed to not even have noticed what had just happened.
Ally Goodman was one of the cheerleaders of Fergie. The previous year we had exchanged a few words of courtesy when I had happened to meet my roommate, he and his team. But we weren't never been friends. And yet, after what had happened the summer just passed, I wondered why, as to be thought of... As
the came in mind to go to bed with a River while I was now to have been given for the disappearance. As it came to him.
I took a deep breath, I raised my chin and looked into the eyes of the other side of the coin to blame. I resumed walking, surpassing them in silence, and I walked up to the detective and the doctor, who headed into more and more towards the depths of the police station.
The next minutes were filled with silence hazy. Once in front of yet another door, the detective knocked on the door with his knuckles, and without waiting for a response, opened it: a simple office with a couple of women sitting behind the desks.