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Wanted Here – Ch.4 | KT OLLA

MARCUZ couldn’t pick whose voice the talking don had. But it sounded to him like one of his professors.

Yes, he definitely knew someone who talked in that way. Someone who sounded exactly.

It was Jacques. The man they called “Time Bomb.”

The lad didn’t know he’d be meeting him twice in just 12 hours. It was like dying two times, he moaned.

Now a younger voice came up. The assaulted one spoke out from up the stairs.

“You ask what I am to go up against you all!

“Well, I am blood relative to Manuel Barnabas, one of those you murdered!

“I’m his cousin, Lucius. But Manuel was our family star! He was our only prospect and you killed him!

“You took away our family genius! You murdered my cousin just because you can!

“And here you are asking who I am to witness against y’all!”

Marcuz heard the speaker’s words, but it was the names that rang a bell. The names that he mentioned felt familiar.

He thought he’d seen “Manuel Barnabas” and “Lucius” somewhere lately. Yet he wasn’t sure where he’d come across the two.

So he stayed still and listened to pick details.

Lucius continued to talk in that meanwhile.

“See, Manuel was a sensible human! But he chose Cannon to study... and that was his downfall!

“Didn’t you people claim you groom prodigies like him? You say you admit genius minds like him… but why did you end this one?

“Why did you end Manuel Barnabas? He was our only genius!”

Jacques scoffed and paused.

Then he asked, “Ain’t you talking of Barnabas of the class of 2020? Isn’t that your relative?”

“Yes that’s my only cousin! And my hero, professor!”

Jacques laughed. “Now did you say we ended him?

“The last time I checked – I think that was this morning, he was still where we put him.

“We gave him and other guys like him their first class...

“Did he get angry and throw away the paper? Wasn’t it that piece of card he worked his smart butt for?

“I’m sure he mustn’t say we ended him! That’s after we made him top student! Don’t tell me your cousin’s that dumb!”

“Well, that’s the point, professor!” picked Lucius. “You all made him the dumbest zombie to ever walk earth! 

“Cannon murdered Manuel Barnabas, the same way you killed June Martinez!

“You murdered the only prodigy that our family has...

“And you want me to keep shut on the psychomicide case? No I won’t!”

The puzzle bits of the situation came to form in Marcuz’s mind. He connected the pixels and quickly saw what this was about.

He realized that the young talker was the new witness on the Cannon case. He’d seen the name on the news article he opened earlier in time. And he was just able to recall it.

Now he knew what kind of dangerous ground he was on.

He tried to bolt now. Real fast.

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