A small gust of wind blew through the hollow of the sliding window between Silk curtains to get there. Without even opening his eyes reached with the fingertips the sheet and threw it on top. I could hear the waves constantly strove deluded by reaching the shore, dying in the sand on which he had so often walked, and again dragged into the ocean from which I came wanting an escape. Recalled that no &about girls, or left them messages written in the sand and they hurried they were being taken to sea. What were they doing with them? Who would come?, He asked then.
pillow pressed against him saying goodbye to it until the next night and decided to ; up in bed. When you do something that was about it all the time he fell. A clang echoed through the room. With eyes barely abieerebro leaving him blind for a few seconds. He lifted his head from the pillow I had done all night, the wheel of the car. He turned his head and saw that the other side of the window was Justin hitting with the knuckles of his hand a few times, while the fingers of his left hand used them as a shield for viewing through the glass.
- What the hell are you doing? - I blame Justin getting off the window.
- I've fallen asleep ... - Stephen managed to say, thicke; mo disappeared through the door of the motel slowly remembering what happened and what was the reason I had finished sleeping alone in the car.
- Will not you speak? - Stephen said as he drove way back to the motel from the library, but Justin was silent looking out the window pretending to be deaf - How many times do I have to explain that I have not deleted anything? Damn! If even knew where the library - said laughing at the absurdity of the situation. CHTM;
Stephen finally parked the car battery in the motel parking lot.
- My problem is I do not know if you believe you or not - said Justin out of the car.
- Can not you tell me what I supposedly deleted? - Asked Stephen, who had left the car, resting both arms on the roof while he was looking at Justin.
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was how he finished up the situation. The question now was what to do to get out.
- Yes? - Emmet replied to pick up the phone.
- Hello, Hunter ...
& mdash; Ah, yes! Drew's partner, right?
- Yes Speaking of him, are you?
- No. I have not seen since yesterday. I figured that was at the station. Have you called your home?
- yes and no answers, and the phone turned off.
- How strange ... No nothing happened to him, right? CHTMLyou, to do something? In New York there were dozens of robberies, fights, accidents ... a day. In fact, he had been the victim of one. Suddenly she conocíaa Stephen Drew. Perhaps those who went for it had gone for Drew? Crumpled cloth in his hand without knowing why he did, whether in anger or fear. Anger for having gotten into whole situation telling all about Stephen, and fear and uncertainty.
& aacute; to previous Kinnetic asked. Waiting for the opportune moment, just when it had few people. Meanwhile, recalled the reaction of people when they hear that name. What happened there? Felt to be caught in the middle of a mystery novel. He imagined for a moment wrapped in a black coat, hat and tie as he smoked a cigarette. Felt to be waiting behind the smoke, who watched his face, the suspects committed the least fault to fit all the pieces of the puzzle. He shook his head out of that illusion black and white police. People who were inside the restaurant room & iacute MLXC
Justin's first reaction was to keep quiet and take a step back.
- Ah, no! You will not go. Who are you and why you seek? - He then asked the waiter to not drop the gun and point it out to stop the bar and walked toward him.
- One moment, quiet. I just ...
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- I told you I do not know ... - Justin stammered nervously.
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"Who do you work? - Asked the waiter yelling at the same time unlock the gun.
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It was a mistake coming here. Sorry. Let me go, I will not say anything to anyone ... - Not begged JustinI'm what a few tears in his eyes crowded.
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Spare me that shit because you can be sure that if I have to stick a bullet in the head I will. I tremble pulse. And I did it once and I can do it again. Stephen
hidden behind a tree waiting for Justin to come out. He had been following since I saw out of the room. Had left the car for a moment to stretch your legs and as he pulled a soda from the vending machine in the door of the bar qStephen gave peeping suspiciously gun still held up the bartender.
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'm Mikey. Brian, I'm Mikey ... - kept telling the waiter as he left the gun on the ground and raised his hands.
Justin gradually emerged from under the table and noted that the woman, rather quiet and indifferent, his mouth was open and not even made the slightest effort to conceal their surprise.
- Vale, Jus. Let's go.
- One moment, Stephen. I want to know what happens. They know you. This is the Mikey of your memories. I want to know what really happened. If you really want to know ... you killed your wife.
For a moment the restaurant was totally silent, all completely silent. All looking at Stephen, who frowned trying to remember the dream that morning single-rooms
- Hold on, Ben. Do not do anything, all right - said Michael.
- Soon you gonna do with a table knife that is serrated - Stephen said, laughing after seeing it on the tables were still covered as Judging by the sudden so it is safer to go that would have caught one.
- Brian Kinney? - Ben asked to see the face - do you know Brian Kinney? - Michael asked.mp; nbsp;
Suddenly, the restaurant's dining room light started blinking to keep the room dark.
- Damn! What was missing ... - ironically said Stephen.
- Turn on the light, Michael - said Ben who was still wielding the knife.
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Justin who came to the switch. Struck him several times, but seemed to work.
- Debb, check the fuses. See if you can bring back the light - Ben said.
- is impossible. No going back - said Michael.
- Why do you say that? - Asked Justin who was still standing beside the table where before it was hidden.
- Because you are ... you are here & ia
