IT was a new year, yes. It was also the start of another game season in West Indies.
Luca had been training hard for the matches ahead...
So that early morning, he’d packed his racket and other kits. And was ready to leave for the games.
He stood in front of the mirror and did a playful check on his looks.
“What do you think, Marcuz? Should I turn my left side to the camera or the right one?
“Or should I frown a bit when talking ’bout my win. I think I’m looking so stern on TV these days!
“What do you think, bro?”
Marcuz was seating behind him in his room, but he wasn’t there at all.
He was far away at Cannon, thinking about life.
Luca caught his eyes in the mirror, but he didn’t blink for once. He was staring at just nothing at all.
“Marcuz... Marcuz! Brother Marcuz!!”
Marcuz jolted back awake at the call.
“I’m sorry... what were you saying?”
Luca turned around and attempted. “Do you think I look—”
He just stopped.
“Forget it... I’m just kidding around!”
The young sportsman knew that his brother still had worries that he wouldn’t share.
He decided to leave him be. Then Marcuz felt like talking.
“Luca, can anything stop you from doing well at your games?”
“Hm, I don’t think so. Is there anything you want to say?”
“Yes, just one small thing. So can you spare me a few minutes?”
“Sure thing, I still got time.”
The brother sat.
Now Luca had got a high IQ that made situation analyses a piece of cake to him.
He was a smart chap, the kind Cannon would like to own.
Meanwhile, Marcuz hadn’t submitted his acceptance for the job.
He’d got things to sort out, and he didn’t want to take them to Vincent.
He’d been concerned that Vincent’s words were happening. So he didn’t want another prophecy.
Now he chose to ask Luca about it.
“Bro, can you help me with this math?”
“Bring it on,” quipped the younger.
“Okay. A guy witnessed a murder scene. He overheard a talk that eventually led to murder.
“But he was lucky. He left before anyone saw him.
“Still, somehow, the killers found out that he heard them.
“They chased after him, but he escaped without them seeing him.
“Now those killers are giving the boy a job... it’s the regular kinda job.
“So d’ you think they knew it’s him? Why are they offering the guy a job?”
The 18-year-old leaned back in his seat and sighed. Then he gave his answer.
“If the scenerio actually happened elsewhere in West Indies, then I can tell you that the killers didn’t see the boy – so he’s safe.
“But if it happened in Cannon as I’m thinking—”
He paused and then spoke. “Then the dude is safe, too!”
Marcuz dropped a sigh.
Luca talked on. “Now this is it. The killers are definite someone saw them. But they’ve got no clue to find him.
“So they just wait to see if the person will do things. But nothing happened since you came home so early the next day.”
“It’s not me... I mean, it’s not really me!” Marcuz knew to defend.
“All right, it’s not you... I agree!” Luca wanted to move on.
“Now since nothing came up, the killers returned to the crime scene to find the witness’ trace.
“They found it, but there was no way they could zero it down to one person.
“So they almost let it go, since no one is troubling them yet.
“But that is only for a time, because it is Cannon.
“The killers will then pick up their search again and not stop till they find him.
“In the meantime, they will open their hands wide to take in everyone and everything.
“And that’s to contain things and keep them under watch.
“It is like spreading your palm before you fold it and then squeeze.
“So Marcuz, the safest place you can be right now is Cannon!”
“How is that?”
“Simple! They know it’s just insane for anyone to witness a murder and then return to work with the killers!
“You fled the scene and they knew it.
“Now if they offered a job to an average person who sees that, they won’t consider taking their job at all.
“But if you take the job, their suspicion rate will drop. So they will just look elsewhere.”
Marcuz caught the drift. “That’s right,” he mumbled.
Luca added a thing.
“You know the eye doesn’t see under it. So they’ll search everywhere... except their own camp!”
There was a moment’s pause. Then Marcuz pulled a weak grumble.
“But they will still find me one day!”
“Of course they will,” replied Luca. “But that’s only if you stay hidden!”
That point outwitted Marcuz. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, you find them first!”
“How?”
“Find yourself, then find your chasers.”
“How?”
“I don’t know, since it’s not Luca you’ll be finding!”
“C’mon, tell me... do the math, too!”
“That’s not mathematical, it’s philosophical... I’m off for my games brother, wish me luck!”
Luca jumped to his feet and went for his bag. Marcuz didn’t want him gone yet.
“All right, go...!” he moaned. Then he jumped to his feet, too.
“Wait Luca, how can you be calm knowing my life is in danger?”
The boy glanced at him and smiled.
“You said it’s not really you!”
Marcuz burst out laughing. His brother so caught him.
Luca joined in, too. The men were so up they parted laughing.
Marcuz was happy that Luca wasn’t bothered; but he was wrong.
The boy could still play, but he hurt for him inside.
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