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Wanted Here – Ch.47 | KT OLLA

IT was another hearing of the pyschomicide case; and Pedro was there to fight back.

It was an early Monday morning. And the early-30 felt more confident that he’d take Cannon down this time.

He’d just got some strong evidence to fight with.

Now Peter Pedro was the first to say hello to the defense counsel, as they walked into the court.

“A beautiful morning to you, Professor.” He met the older man with a wide smile.

No, that gesture didn’t meet the professor kindly. For he stopped in his tracks, looked back and had no words.

He stood there, musing a hundred thoughts.

What is this boy scheming now? Has he got new evidence or what?

Or is he tricking me to believe that he’s on to something?

Well, if that is so he won’t be smiling this way—he’s definitely got some counter-evidence.

That instant D.M.B. Barbar read him through, and he didn’t say hello.

But Peter was determined to flaunt his prospects. So he walked up to the man.

“It’s really a good morning this morning—isn’t it?”

He’d stretched out his hand for a handshake. So Barbar thought to surprise him.

He took his offer and shook hands, then gently patted his back.

“Oh morning, Peter! Well, it’s only good morning when it’s the first moment after morning! Nobody count eggs as chickens these days!”

Peter Pedro was hit and he felt it. It was like an omen of bad news. It was like Barbar jinxed the morning. Like he predicted a heartbreak.

But the younger man knew his former teacher. And he wouldn’t be a prey to his stunts in psychological intimidation.

So he raised his gaze, squared his shoulders and hit back a word.

“I’m afraid, Professor; but it’s a real good morning today!”

And then, he walked away from him, whistling a tune.

Now the hearing began, and the defense hurriedly pushed for the closure of the case.

It was Barbar who pushed the matter, drawing the judge’s attention to the drought of proofs for psychomicide.

He was fast to submit that Carl and June Martinez, the plaintiffs, had no case and had simply been wasting the court’s time.

He did this because he felt pressure, wondering if the couple had got more proofs on them.

If they’d got any, he was ready to deal with it there and then.

Then if they hadn’t got anything, and their lawyer was simply bluffing earlier, he wanted to block their chances of getting back at Cannon.

He wanted to end the case.

But the old man’s fear came up real as Mr. Pedro countered his move, and produced new evidence.

It was something that the defense had never thought existed.

Yes, Marcuz López had willingly supplied the Martinez team with the recording of the murder of Lucius Barnabas, their last witness on the case.

He’d handed them his MP3 stick with the record file. It was after he converted Carl and June Martinez.

So here, the plaintiffs’ lawyer presented the sound device as their new evidence.

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