THE answer that came for Marcuz’s question was something else. When he asked his kidnapper who he was, he got a shocker.
The masked man went closer.
“There is a bike on the rooftop of Pure Chemistry, your department. Is that bicycle yours?”
Marcuz stopped to read the situation. Then he spoke, putting up a front.
“And what if it’s mine, what is that to you?”
His questioner didn’t stop. “Then why did you leave it there?”
Marcuz was flustered. “Who exactly are you? Who do you work for?
“I need to know this much, at least, to tell you what you want!”
The masked man was someone who talked like a civil worker, a professional of some sort.
He asked questions as though he was an interrogator. And he didn’t he sound like he was a criminal.
Now this was what had got Marcuz curious. He doubted that the man was Cannon’s.
A small quiet passed between the two men. Then the masked young man clamped his hands firmly.
It was to affirm his control over the situation.
“You see that your hands and feet aren’t tied. That should tell you something about me.
“That I’m not the bad guy here – I simply want answers!”
His listener scoffed instead. “You ain’t the bad guy! Ha-ha!”
The man dropped to a low crouched in front of Marcuz. “Well, I’m just after the bad guys,” he said. “And that is Cannon.”
“Then what did you inject in my body”, retorted his prey, “to get it feeling numb?”
The man answered him. “Oh don’t worry; you are not paralyzed. I’ve only given you some stuff to anesthetize you.
“You’re a science person, so maybe you’ll know that stuff. They call it twilight anesthesia. I was told it’s Level 1.
“So you’ll be able to think clearly and have this conversation. But your body is sleeping, so you can’t move.”
Marcuz feared at this point. He had seen that the masked young man wasn’t sent by Cannon. For he’d said he was after them, too.
Again, he could tell from his words now that he’d got nothing to do with chemical formulas.
So he wondered:
What kind of people does crime this way?
What lay men have access to medical substances and don’t fear being charged for chemical abuse?
Now he couldn’t hold himself. “What do you want from me?”
The man hit back. “Just answer me: Why did you leave your bike on the rooftop?”
That moment, the stranger’s phone rang with a call. It was in his pocket, so he brought it out to see who it was.
He quickly swiped to end the call, the moment he knew who. He didn’t want his hostage to see the contact name. As the caller was one his hostage might know.
He jumped to his feet and rushed out of the building. But then Marcuz had seen the name and thought he knew.
The masked man arrived outside and saw his guests. It was Carl and June Martinez that he worked for. So they called him for feedback.
Carl and June were just arriving in front of the warehouse. So the former made a call to show that they’d just arrived. In the meantime they were able to pick things from the talk inside.
Now the veiled man took off the disguise when he got there. It was Peter Pedro, their lawyer and friend.
Comments
Post a Comment