Martin rubbed
his knuckles. “I know about the envelope and the page …,” he said beginning to
shout. “You see – my father told my mother about the secret,” he hollered flying
into a rage. “She told me … I know all about it … I know everything … and because
of you I never knew him … because of you
… you murdered him …” Years of pent-up frustration and anger spewed from his poisonous
tongue. Martin was unable to control himself. He banged the table then hurled
the laptop, just missing Ravi. “You … my father was a great man … you
murdered him … you pig … for what … for what … was it about the secret page he
ripped from the book … was it … was it … you will tell me you pig … you will
tell me now …. What was on the page … WHAT DID IT SAY?” He stood hunched over
the table with his hands on the table and his head bowed. He was heaving. “What
is the secret?” he bellowed.
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