LAWYER Pedro led his clients into the warehouse. As the three folks strode inside with masks on their face.
Marcuz eyes bulged. For he just confirmed his guess from the figure of the lady among them.
And he was so sure that he was right—and surprised.
Now that the young dude knew who his assailants were, he braced himself up for a counter.
The masked three settled down in front of him as Peter got their party seats around the hostage.
He spoke first, addressing Marcuz.
“So tell me, young man. Why did you leave your bike there without coming back for it?”
Marcuz had an answer now. “Because I feel like! At least, the bike is mine and I can do anything with it!
“Just like you feel like kidnapping me to find answers, Mr. Pedro! The only difference here’s that I’m not yours.”
Peter Pedro was taken aback hearing his name. He stammered through the next words, for they wouldn’t just flow.
So Carl helped him.
“Calling names won’t save your situation, Mr. López. You only need to answer a few—”
“It will, Mr. Carl Martinez!”
His rejoinder threw Carl off balance.
“You’ll be reminded of your reputation and all. And stop all this game!”
Carl was caught by surprise.
He stuttered. “Y—you… who are you?”
Their hostage grew bolder.
“If I tell you who I am, will you let me go? I doubt that!
“If who you are will not stop you all from doing these things, then how will my identity matter in this?
“So I will just tell you the weight of your identity!”
Marcuz addressed the couple.
“I believe you should know this, at least: it doesn’t matter who’s wrong or right in the psychomicide case – Jamaica looks up to you two!
“But again, the public image has always been different from the real person, I guess. And sadly, it’s what I’m seeing now!”
At that instant, the couple felt embarrassed. So they pulled off their disguise, pulled off the facial masks.
Peter did the same thing. Then, the speaker faced June.
“Mrs. Martinez, I know your claim is just – Cannon did wrong you.
“But still, this is no way to go about it. You can’t correct one evil with another.
“You started as a victim seeking justice. But with this, are you still a victim?
“If I seek justice too, will you be able to handle it?”
The last word hit home for the young woman. So she spoke.
“Cannon kept on erasing every evidence we lay our hands on. And it’s so frustrating! So what could we have done? What could I have done?!”
Marcuz replied. “So much, ma’am. You could have done much better!
“Have you seen any good outcome from your fight so far? I read you haven’t been able to work in the lab all the while?
“Have you overcome that now? The paths you chose, have they led to your healing?”
That moment was a little tense.
“You have to stop this now, young man!” Carl blared as he stood to his feet in a fit.
For Marcuz’s words came piercing his heart through like some darts. So he blew up in flames unable to bear those words any longer. For they hurt him real bad.
Carl hated that their plans weren’t working. He hated to admit that they weren’t winning the case.
But more than everything, he hated the fact that the young lad seated before them was pointing out their failures.
So he couldn’t bear those words. As every sound pierced his soul through.
So he was furious, but June looked at him. And her soft gaze was one that said a lot.
It was as if she spoke.
Please hold on, Carl. Let’s hear the boy out.
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