CARL stood and watched as his wife did work atop Cannon’s Pure Chemistry building.
June had agreed to carry out her forensic experiment on that cycle on the building’s rooftop.
She wanted to detect with her new reagent formula, some infinitesimal traces of sweat components (that is, the chemical compounds in sweat) on the bicycle.
Then she would return home to analyze their concentration levels in the sample – which chemists would refer to as molar density...
And which goes on to define the characteristic odor of the person.
And then, June would go on to enhance the reactants, the chemicals reacting together to produce the odor.
She’d increase their density, speed up their reaction with a catalyst; then by this she’d get to increase the smell.
Now if her method was successful, June didn’t plan to use a dog to sniff out the smell around Cannon.
It was out of place to make a dog roam the campus, after all.
But then, she had something smarter in plan. A “science-tech” invention...
Something that she could plug to a roaming device...
And which could go scanning Cannon and far beyond it. Scanning scents for an indisputable degree of similarity.
She’d got this up her sleeves.
So June bowed over Marcuz’s bicycle at the crime scene, and worked her new formula on the ride.
Carl and Peter stood watching the chemist pick up her skill. So the former was super delighted to watch her return.
“You see, that’s my wife! Really, that’s June!”
But Carl didn’t say those words to Peter. He simply muttered the thought to himself. And Peter turned to only see him smile.
Yes, Carl was delighted. Still this triumph that his small party knew was no secret between them alone.
For when June was working her forensics on the steel ride, Cannon was watching her.
Now their eye in that place was AT. He was the don who murdered Lucius.
Yes, the man had installed some hidden cameras on the rooftop. Yet he didn’t do it to catch June Martinez.
He didn’t know she’d go there, after all.
But he did this to catch the owner of the ride. Someone that he believed had witnessed the murder.
He did it to find Marcuz López.
Oddly enough, this man called AT didn’t still know who it was. Who exactly the eavesdropper then was.
He didn’t know if that person was still around the school. Or, if he was a student, or he had finished studying.
There were barely any parameters he could use to know.
And he didn’t employ him like Luca had predicted – it was destiny.
So, AT had set up his secret cameras to catch his next target, the boy who knew of his crime.
But Marcuz didn’t return there ever since. Yet he was there in their midst at Cannon—but they weren’t sure.
Even so, AT’s trap caught something else. It was a catch worth the long wait, for him.
Where he sat and watched in his office, he saw the footage show June Martinez rising from her fall. The fall he brought on her.
He saw her working on a novel research that he talked her out of.
He was sad.
He wondered if the young woman was even crushed in the first place. If she fell for his arguments against her beliefs.
Wondered if she really stopped her practical work. Or if he had only beaten her shadow.
Again, he knew he could use the footage as an evidence to defend Cannon in court. In that ongoing psychomicide case.
Cannon could argue that June was so well that she did her Ph.D. there just for the fun of it. And discredit the psychomicide allegation by this.
Even still, the man hated to admit it. That June had been well this long.
Yes, the false claim would go on to acquit the university in the court case. Still AT wasn’t ready to take that way.
He wanted them crushing the witness to the end. Not fleeing, and playing the victim.
Now he did nothing as June ran her analysis. He didn’t go where they were and barge into them.
He watched and studied June’s process. He had a different plan in mind.
It was true that AT had talked the chemist into dropping her works. But he even tried to complete them himself and take credit for them.
Yet the shrewd man couldn’t go beyond where things were. He didn’t own the idea in the first place.
But then this time, he wanted some other thing. He wanted to watch and learn. Then do the same thing, too.
He wanted to steal someone’s mind.
This was the ground that June came to. Where she’d hoped to beat monsters by her own hands.
This was the way she chose to fight. And she left untouched by sheer luck.
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