Chapter 119: The Artist VII
Jackson Detectives Agency
Levi and Sam exchanged looks, Marco saw the silent exchange, and his eyes widened; they were doing ’It.’ That annoying habit they do wherever they realize something together.
Are they actually aliens? And are they having a telepathic discussion right at that moment? He couldn’t help but fathom.
"Uhm, normal person here," he said, looking at the two with a tired look. It was hard to keep up with them at times like this, no, it had always been hard keeping up with them.
Levi and Sam turned to him; a stern look was on their faces. "What?" he asked, wondering if he did something wrong.
Levi turned away and looked at the whiteboard, thinking. While Sam sighed, the blond left the explanation to her. "Michael knew his killer from the start," she started, and Marco’s jaw dropped processing the information.
"What? How?? And why?" Marco stuttered, earning a glare from the psychologist. "Why didn’t he say anything, or stop it?" the bearded man asked, oblivious of the annoyed-look Levi was sending him. He was mentally pondering those questions himself.
"Because he wanted to die, Marco." the redhead said, a sad look graced her features. Marco tensed in response while Levi scowled. "He’s an eejit, he is nothing like you." the blond psychologist spat, annoyed with their latest findings.
"So, he just, he just took whatever his killer gave him?" Marco thought out loud, "BUT THAT’S INSANE?!" he exclaimed seconds after. The idea of wanting to die in itself was lost to him.
Sam sighed; she can’t understand it herself. But that’s what the evidence indicated; there was nothing they could do about it.
"He was smart enough to be vague about it in his journal entries. He clearly didn’t want anyone to know, why was he protecting the killer?" Levi commented, looking at the page where Sam found the statement.
"He must have at least told someone!" Marco said, earning a look from both geniuses.