Hall was lying on the frayed couch in his room with scattered papers around him. He was still thinking the events of last night and the scary painting. The old guitarist, who looked like a living dead man. His skin white and pale and his limbs skeletal while his fingers resembling damaged branches in winter played the guitar without liveliness. He's life was mess. Whatever he had saw, whatever he had done was like a stranger's actions. But he had to keep going. He needed those papers. He should continue the research. He had to understand. Actually, they protected him in some weird way. Nobody had to know about this. If the government found out what he had done he would go to jail and would spend years there trying not to let the soap fall into the bathtubs. It was better for him that everybody keep their eyes on Clifford for the time being. But Amanda was so innocent and beautiful. She deserved to know. But that would be really confusing. Feelings was the last thing that he needed right now.
-Are you sure about this? -Unfortunately yes. That was him. On the other side, maybe he is not the murderer.
-So he just broke into the house and stole all these papers?
-I don't know. Maybe he needed answers as we did.
-You are so naive. He has no reason. He's just a poor guy who can't afford not even a whole meal.
They stayed quiet for a while sitting in the living room, while Carleton was drinking a cup of tea.
-I'm scared Carl. Amanda said after a while. If we finds out that we know about him he will kill us.
She started crying and he grabbed her tenderly by the soulders. He brought his body closer to hers and spoke the scent of the perfume on her neck.
-We'll be just fine Amanda
She raised her gaze and their eyes met again. The last time that she felt for someone was a long time before. Actually, it was the first time. She rested her hand on his chest and opened her lips a little waiting for him to continue. But he already kissed her neck passionately tasting the coconut flavour. His hands gone lower and lower. Then, their lips met each other exchanging the heat. Amanda deepened the kiss and let Carl to touch her chest too. He went back to her neck and a few moments later he stepped back and whispered within breathing distance: -Amanda, I need you to help me on something
-Whatever you want. Just keep kissing me. So he did...