Lovely Neighbor

Chapter 1-3

“You shouldn"t have known anything about the time giver. How do you know that? "

“Because last Saturday my sister came to see me. She even told me everything... That kind of changes everything, you know? "

Fox sat down sick, head on him. A Fatalance appeared on her face.

“First of all, I have absolutely no idea where your time comes from. We know when we will know. It is to via CMN. We were only told that there was a match with the recipient group that we announced and were at the top of our list. It"s you. You know how CMN works. He watched the movie during the tutorial. We don"t know a lot of information, but that"s it. What do we know, I told you everything. Woman, twenty-six years old, I remember. Perfect health, perfect blood type, a complete donor. "Stop."

“Then I apologize. I thought she knew, but she just refused to say it. "

"I do not know. We do not know. So if we don"t know who it belongs to and where it came from, how will the other sister know to whom, where the heart has been transferred? How did she find you? This can be she we are going to the something here…”

"No. It"s her. I know. "

"How do you know?"

“Last Sunday"s article, "What"s going on with..." column in the Metro section of the Times. It says I realized the time on February 9th and I have to wait a long time because my blood type is very rare. She read the article and put it all together. She obviously knows when her sister died, knows the time she was donated, and also knows that she has a rare blood type. She was an emergency room nurse at Holy Cross Hospital, immediately thought it was me. "

“The but not have mean is you are bringing her time…”

“She has a letter I wrote.”

"Which letter?"

“The letter that everyone later wrote. Unsigned letter to thank the donor family. The letter sent by the hospital. She has my letter. I looked over to receive my letter right away. I remember what I wrote. "

“This can"t be happening, Terry. What does she want? Money? "

“No, not money. Don"t you understand? She wants me to find out who did it. Who killed her. The police haven"t closed that case yet. It"s been two months and no one has been arrested. She knows they"ve given up. Then she read an article about me in the newspaper, about what I used to do at the Federal Bureau of Investigation. She figured I"d matched her brother"s time and assumed I knew where I could. This service. Today Saturday she wandered around for an hour in Vung Tan boat to find me. She only knows every single metal name in the article. She came to find me. "

"Indeed. Give me her name, and I"ll…”

"No. I don"t want you to do anything. Imagine if I were you and you loved your sister very much. I will do the same as her. "

Fox stood up, dedicated to serving him.

"You"re not doing this."

She spoke like a word, a doctor"s order. He doesn"t answer, and that work is an answer. He could see many more times anger on the fox"s face.

“Listen to me here. With the current time state, he couldn"t do anything like that. You are in the period of sixty days after replacing time, and yet you want to run feather detective game? "

“I was just thinking about it, okay? I told her I would consider it. I know the possible risks. I also know that I am no longer an FBI agent. That is a completely different matter. "

Fox poked data with a thin double circle on his chest.

“You shouldn"t even think about me. As your doctor, I tell you not to think. Command the doctor. "

Then her voice changed in tone, softened.

“You have to appreciate the gifts you"ve been given, Terry. This second assembly. "

“But great things go back and forth. If I hadn"t gotten her time, I"d be dead by now. I owe her. That"s it..."

“You don"t owe her or her family anything other than the letter he sent them. That"s it. She"s dead anyway, whether he or she realizes her time. On this point, you are wrong. "

He nodded understanding what she meant, but that wasn"t enough for him. He knew, anything had to be for the sake of something that was logical on an intellectual level that one was more comfortable with the spasms of one"s impatience. She read his mind.

"But why?"

"I do not know. I just thought, if I go and find out what happened, I"ll definitely know it was an accident. I prepare myself to do it. When the process instructs the department people protect, and even you protect when we get to work. That nine out of nine percent is a fatal head injury accident. Car accident or someone fell down the stairs, the machine fell. But this service, another. It changes everything. "

“You keep saying that. How is that different? The heart is just an internal organ, a biological pump. Whoever its original owner was, it was the same. "

“If it"s an accident, I can rest assured. As I waited, knowing that someone had to die in order for me to live, I gradually prepared to accept it as an accident. If true is an accident, it"s like destiny or something. But but the network...yes, it also comes with craft storage. It"s not a love flag anymore. That means I am the beneficiary of an evil act, doc, which is why it"s different now. "

Fox silenced a rebound. She stuck her hands into the doctor"s pockets. McCaleb thought she was beginning to understand what he meant.

“This has been my life for a long time,” he added softly. “I am always on the hunt for the cold. That"s the job I"m doing. And I used to do it well, but in the long run it won over me. It took the best part of me. I think - no, I know - that"s what was robbed of my time. But now, for example, what does it mean because I"m living here, I"ve got this new heart, a new life, the second chance you"ve been talking about, and the only reason? made me have it is because of the heinous, heinous act someone did. "

He sighed before continuing.

“She went into the store to buy a pack of sweets for the boy, and she finished her life - him, that"s all. I can not explain. "

“What do you mean by some ability?”

“It"s hard for me to put it all into words as I would like. I just know what I"m feeling. To me, that means it. "

Fox"s face is ugly.

“Okay, I know what you want to do. You will want to help her. But you"re not ready. In terms of quality, absolutely not. As for the emotional side, after hearing what you just said, I assume that to drive even a car accident you are not ready anymore. Remember what I told you about the balance between physical health and mental health? This plug-in the other. But I"m afraid what you"re thinking going through your head will affect your recovery in quality. "

"I understand."

“No, I don"t think you understand. You"re gambling with your life. If things go wrong, if you start to get poisoned or your body gets rid of it, we won"t be able to find you, Terry. We had to wait for twenty-four months for the heart he was carrying. Do you think that if you mess up this heart then damaging one from somewhere will separate the group from another heart that matches the blood? No. Right now I have a patient down there that has to run kernel time. He"s waiting for the time, but he doesn"t know when. He can be, too, Terry. This is your only chance. Don"t do it consumes! "

She passed the gypsy, placing her hand on his chest. It reminded him of what Graciela Rivers had done. He felt its warmth there.

“Tell her no. Please help your own and security her it is not. "

McCaleb got up and went into the flower"s living room. He first tried sitting at the kitchen table but there were no ovens, turned on the television and started switching from one channel to another without seeing anything there. He turned off the television and checked the mess on the chart-table, but found nothing for him. He paced back and forth in the cabin, looking for something arbitrary to distract his thoughts. But nothing.

He descended the stairs, entered the corridor first, and then went to the bow of the boat. He took the thermometer out of the medicine cabinet, shook it, and stuffed it underneath to fix it. It was an old-fashioned glass tubular tool. The digital digital thermometer given by the hospital is still in the box on the cabinet. For some reason he didn"t believe in it.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he flipped the collar of his shirt and examined the small wound to restore his life. It never had a chance to heal. He had to suffer multiple births of too many compartments just in time to not be checked and traced again. He knew it would be a permanent mark, like a thirty-inch-long fingerprint running down his chest. While looking at himself, he wandered about his father. He remembered the marks, the marks left on his neck. The coordinates of a radiation battle can only do the inevitable long control.

Normally measure the temperature. He put the old plan back in place, clipped the temperature board from the bid, and dated it. At the bottom of the column, below the GROUP TITLE, add a dash that means nothing has changed.

Hanging the board on the old seat, he approached the mirror to take a good look at his eyes. Green with gray speckles, cupped with red hair-like cracks. Back up, shirt. The mirror is small but he can still see it, pink and white, thick, ugly. He does that very well, judging himself. That"s because he still can"t get used to the comedy of his current body, with the kind of body that has completely betrayed him. Cardiac disease. Fox said with that he is a virus that can be waited on in his time for years, just waiting for a random situation to kick in and take nutrients from a state of stress. That explanation made no sense to him. It does not make outsiders feel that the old man is forever gone. Sometimes looking at the scenery, himself, he had the feeling that he was looking at a stranger, being fought by the war and now broken as easily as playing.

After putting on his clothes, he went to the bedroom first. It was a triangular room in the shape of an arc. There"s a couple out on the docks, and a storage compartment on the right side of the boat. He turned the lower floor into a desk, and the upper floor to house the boxes containing all the old Federal Bureau of Investigation files. The top of this box has the names of the surveys. MOTHER, MOTHER, zodiac, FULL MOON and DOLL. In two boxes, it says OTHER DEFENSE. McCaleb made copies of most of his files before leaving the Bureau. It"s against the rules, but no one can stop it. The files contained in this box are from many projects, some of which are finished but not finished. Searching is thick enough to cover the quality of the box, some services are monolithic enough to be built in a box. He wasn"t sure why he didn"t copy everything. Since retiring until now, he has never opened the box. But he also thinks he will write a book or even continue to participate in testing work. Overall, though, it"s just because he likes to always have his files by his side, like a narrative or a testament to what he"s done in his part of life.