Chapter 62
Denver (CL)
Kainton's School - Spring Meeting
May 15 2011
at 14.00
"Miss, wait! Is the wrong road, the entrance the public is on this side. "
Rebecca thanked the security guard and unobtrusively mingled with the crowd that he was entering the pool.
He sat near the top, outer corner of the bleachers, next to a concrete pillar. He collected the hair in a baseball cap and, unnoticed, had raised the hood of his sweatshirt over his eyes.
He started nibbling his nails, curled with hunched shoulders, praying that nobody would recognize. Probably sneak out of the house as soon as Logan had left for work was not very sensible initiative, and his hands were shaking idea of what would be angry if he found out.
But when that morning, reading the newspaper, she learned that the junior team of the NBAC was present at a meeting in his own city, a fixed idea had been stuck in the brain, leaving no possibility of choice. Nobody could have stopped going there.
Bowman saw the line drive of his baby swimmers. A sudden urge to cut and run the assailed seeing Alejandro sit on the bench alongside fellow.
"Alec ..." she whispered, covering her mouth with his hand.
had grown a lot since the last time she saw him. The hair had stretched a long and tangled bangs that covered his eyes needed to be cut. He noticed hanging dall'accappatoio the left pocket, remained attached only for a corner. These and other small details made her understand that no woman's hand was dealing with Alejandro.
While it saddened the other hand she was relieved. It seemed absurd and perhaps a bit 'unfair to expect it, but the thought that Michael had not totally forgotten gave her the courage to move forward.
Suddenly he realized that nobody would ever return those five months spent away from him and Alec, and this regardless of how things had turned out.
He clenched his fists thinking of those who had done it.
hatred vanished at the sound of the speaker announcing the formation on the blocks.
Alec was there with his hands stretched forward in the process of diving. Becky's heart was pounding, proud of her child. Suddenly she saw him flinch and look someone in the public eye.
did not understand it now.
But enough follow the direction of his gaze to find out who was looking for.
Michael.
The reason was to be expected, but not his spirit. Only a few steps separating them. From where she sat she could not make out his face, but the profile of his broad shoulders for her were unmistakable.
He appealed to all his common sense to find the strength not to scream his name and do not run from him. He would have given anything to take hold, to tell him his son and ask forgiveness for everything. Again.
was impulsive, but not selfish to the point of endangering the lives of all of them, knowing that that mistake could be fatal.
So, he spent the whole day on those steps, still, trying to capture and preserve the heart of every single gesture, half-smile or caress the man she loved gave to Alejandro, filling the veins happiness.
five o'clock, by which time the races were about to close, and Bowman already gathered the kids to go to the showers, decided it was time to leave. If he wanted that Logan did not realize of his flight, he had to get home before he comes home from work. He ordered him to his legs to his feet, and walked toward the exit.
"What is it, Mike? All right? You have a face ... "
Bowman's voice sounded confused between the chatter of the audience.
"What? I have nothing, just a strange feeling. "
The swimmer, jumped up and turned to the bleachers. Looked right and left across the pit without any apparent reason. Some kids, sitting behind him, hands him a pen and paper to be issued with an autograph. He agreed reluctantly.
He felt uneasy.
And while scribbling his name on the papers, looked up one last time. He saw a girl with one eye on the threshold of the door that let fall his long curly red hair, taking off his hat. That image lightning evaporated in an instant, erased from the fire door that closes quickly.
shook his head.
returned the pen and took leave of those kids.
"Alec, you're done? Hurry up and take a shower, I want to return to Baltimore. "
20.00
Rebecca hopped happy, playing with the tip of the umbrella to play the railing of the neighborhood. The sun had set long ago, and although he knew that Logan was certainly already returned, he could not feel sad or worried.
was damn proud to have listened to his heart and being run by his two friends. And was ready to subirsi the reproaches of Logan and any consequences had resulted.
A few steps from the driveway leading to the garage, saw the Agent Bailey car parked in its usual place. The smile that brought branded on the lips is just intimidated, thinking that soon he would have heard screaming. He looked at the house and, oddly, he noticed that all the lights were out.
Her smile disappeared altogether to make room for an expression of awe. Maybe Logan was more angry than she had imagined.
climbed three stone steps leading to the entrance door. He picked up the newspaper thrown from the postman at the door, the porch brick.
"Strange ...", thinking to himself, "If you have forgotten to be really angry this time!"
He noticed that the flags the mailbox was still up, because nobody had remembered to pick up the mail. This is the sad, making them afraid of having to give up any free output for the next few weeks.
Logan was usually handles these things: collect mail and opened the irrigation system every night, but not until they have been drinking his favorite beer and reading the newspaper.
snorted, playing with the shards of a broken vase, scattered on the floor outside the entrance. "Sooner or later the will" not making the case said absently.
He put the key in the lock and had to insist a lot, forcing the left and right, before we open.
"I must say Logan to fix it, "he muttered aloud entering the residence.
"Logan, where are you?"
He called a couple of times. "Come on, answer. I know you have it with me, but I can explain, "he said pulling off the tee, it being only a slight thin cotton dress. He settled a spaghetti strap slipped down.
switched on the light and went upstairs to find him.
"Do not be a child. Sooner or later you'll need to speak to me, I know I ran a big risk, but it was fine. Logan? But where are you? Logan? "
slight echo reverberating through the walls: the house seemed deserted.
He went back to the ground floor. He walked into the kitchen, according to a metallic voice announcing the weather forecast for the weekend.
"Logan, you're in the kitchen? Why do not you answer? "
**
While Alec finished eating a sandwich with his teammates, Michael was waiting in the parking lot next to the bus Nbac.
The strange feeling of uneasiness that attacked him just hours before he continued to torment him, making him feel uneasy.
"Ah, just think about these things!"
He stretched arms and breathed in deeply to relax.
His phone started ringing.
said.
"Agent Campbell, how are you? There were problems with the check? "
" No, not really, Mr. Phelps. Do not call for it. "
Michael frowned. He felt that man from his trip to Mexico and a part of him was glad of that. Becky and her obsession with the absurd idea of finding those who had committed suicide had threatened to make him lose the light of reason, but a little at a time you were downsized.
The affection he felt for Alec him back on track, reaching the conclusion that the best way to make Rebecca happy wherever she was, had care of her child.
"So, want to tell me what it is?"
"Remember the photograph that I gave to San Fernando?"
"Go ahead."
" 1488 South Pearl Street , Denver."
"I do not understand. What is he trying to tell me? "
" Logan Bailey, the man who murdered Harvey, lives there. "
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