JUST two months and a few weeks were the time space that had passed since Marcuz finished school.
It was mid-January in West Indies (former name of the Afro-Caribbean Islands).
Tidal waves had dropped to a frosty low and were just about thawing. A small hurricane had also loomed and disappeared with the passing time.
The López brothers had reunited with their maternal uncle. And Marcuz had marked his birthday that January.
Quite a few things had happened in just two and half months. And one of those now brought Marcuz back to Cannon.
Yes, the young man didn’t want to get around the school.
He’d in fact avoided being around at his convocation, which had held in December on campus.
He’d also planned to leave his certificate uncollected. At least, for the time being.
He just wanted to stay off the radar as he was sure he’d be safe that way.
But then, Marcuz got a call from his faculty dean. It was the secretary who reached him...
And the lady asked him to come back for a letter.
Marcuz was scared that this could be Cannon’s style of finding him.
He’d listened to the recording of the murder scene and tried to pick the professor’s voice.
The voices appeared more distant and hazier than they sounded that day. So the young graduate couldn’t tell who it was.
Yet now that the brilliant one got the call from his faculty people, he ruled out Professor Barbar who taught at the faculty of law.
He also crossed out the idea of the dean being the suspect...
As the dean of the college of basic sciences, his own faculty, was a woman. But that murder suspect clearly had a man’s voice.
So then, Marcuz settled for Associate Professor Jacques as his prime suspect—or someone else in Basic Sciences.
Still... even still, he might be so wrong, the dude knew.
Now the chemistry graduate was back on Cannon’s soil, only because he was too curious about what letter he’d got.
And since he was a Christian and believer, he chose to be positive instead.
He took the call to mean that he should come fetch his certificate.
The 23-year-old was in a bit of hurry. He wanted to get the paper and be out of campus.
But he got more than just his certificate.
Marcuz López climbed up the transcript office like everyone else...
But when he asked for his certificate, he was given a card and referred to a different room.
A room on a higher floor.
Still, when he got to the place and gave them the card, he was referred to yet another room upstairs, and then another...
Till he reached the conference room of the University Senate. It was the last floor of the Senate Building.
By then the young man was shaking like a mast in wind.
He was now so sure he’d been found, for when he got there a personel took him in.
The fresh graduate walked inside the conference, sitting only a small committee this time around.
And one member was the dean overseeing his faculty, the College of Basic Sciences.
Marcuz got there just in time, as he was the last on the list of people called inside there.
When he got there and was taken in, he was offered a seat in front of the waiting panel.
The boy couldn’t understand this. So lot of thoughts crossed his mind.
Wait, it ain’t just me being called here... so what is this?!
Then—wait a moment! I think everybody leaving this floor are kind of jubilating. So what’s going on, really?
Suddenly someone spoke up.
“What do you think? Can this young man handle Cannon?”
“We will have to see,” two men answered.
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