Wanted Here – Ch.49 | KT OLLA

THAT Monday morning when Peter submitted his evidence at the Jamaican court, news flew across the waters and reached Cannon University.

The lecturers heard that some new evidence had surfaced. It was still during the court session.

No, the evidence wasn’t a small thing. For it would pin the murder of Lucius Barnabas to a Cannon man.

So, phone calls were made and texts sent. News went around in circles, and meetings were held.

Then classes were suddenly not holding, as Cannon teachers ran from pillar to post.

The new evidence had caught the lecturers by surprise.

Barbar had assured the school that the case would be closed. But here was a new case popping up.

And this new one was no psyche murder or psychomicide. It was real murder. It was homicide.

Cannon wanted a counter. They wanted to prepare to brave the coming wind.

But then it began to dawn on the teachers that this was no simple wind.

It was a storm. A rainstorm.

And so, they feared how much it’d shake up them all up. And how many big logs would’ve fallen after the pour.

But again, news reached the folks in the middle of their meetings.

The audio isn’t perfectly audible. So it will be sent to the forensics for authentication, clarity and voice identification.

Now everyone concerned knew what this meant. They knew all too well that the truth would soon be revealed.

Even still, when those lecturers got the message, they sighed with relief.

It was like their needed break to get their acts together. So they settled back, then began a new fight.

They began a new race.

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It was that same day in the Caribbean Islands and there was a new race starting already. It was a frenzied one between Pendulum and Cannon.

Yes, Pendulum Bros was the first to get all hands on deck for the forensics.

They hired a security team and used a mobile tracking system to follow the evidence.

They decided to monitor the file to and fro the forensic laboratory. They’d do everything to protect their evidence and avoid compromise.

Yes, Peter Pedro knew the recording wasn’t audible enough when he presented it in court.

He was quite aware that the thing would be sent to the forensics. So he had prepared for this.

Now the lawyer could have just gotten it digitally separated for clarity. But he knew the authenticity of the evidence would be questioned if he tampered with it.

So, what he had done in court was just the show. And it had worked to intimidate his opponent.

Yet Peter wasn’t ready to give the defense any moment of respite so that they can regroup.

He wanted to hit them real hard that planning would be a luxury too much to afford, while trying to survive.

So then, the young man got Pendulum up on this. The company placed a tracking device on the court vehicles that would form the convoy heading to the forensic laboratory.

They did that before the court session had begun that morning.

Then they offered to join the train behind with their monitoring convoy.

Yes, the law firm got its young minds to follow the trail. It motivated its lawyers, paid security operatives, and got wheels on the roads...

Everything to ensure that their proof wasn’t stolen nor tampered with by Cannon.

Now when they arrived at the National Forensics, their destination, Peter followed right into the audio department.

He simply would’ve liked to enter the studio laboratory, where the analysis would be done. But he was only allowed as far as the hallway of the unit.

Mr. Pedro therefore sat in the hallway all day, watching and waiting to hear the result of the test.

Well, he had raced as fast as he could, and put everything in place for an authentic result.

But there again at the end of the lane stood Cannon, waiting for him to land.

For Cannon didn’t bother hitting the road like Pendulum. The giant only got their hands to work.

The lecturers wanted to avoid being seeing in their own fight. But again, they wanted the audio recording.

Therefore they looked through the government directory of National Forensics to see if there was anyone they shared a history with.

Someone they could call their own.

Well, they found someone. And he was the director heading the ministry.

He was a reputable alumnus. And they’d just honored him with a doctorate.

So Cannon put a call through him and told him they needed him.

With that call, the school picked up at the finish line, and waited.

For the man got on the move the instant he got the phone call.