Chapter 73
I desperately searched for serenity and tranquility as I lament the priest’s murder. My heart was infected with sorrow and despair as I reflect on the savage and barbaric murdered of an old friend. The ferocity of the priest’s murder still lurked in my soul as I cast my eyes on the face of a murderer, Albert Kandinsky. There was a time when all I ever felt was love and affection for my friend Albert, but now the only thing I could feel was antipathy and animosity towards Albert.
Suddenly it accrued to me that I might be better off on my own without Albert Kandinsky. The trust I once had for my friend has become unbefitting and imprudent.
How could I let this happen. The priest’s murder was now my burden to bear. I quickly came to the conclusion that my friendship with my best friend has finally become an impediment. But how would I ever live without my best friend?” The train suddenly came to a stop and jolting me out of my morbid sentiment.
“We can’t go back to the airport. The police are bound to find my airplane at the airport. We must fine another mode of transpiration,” I declare.
“What about our other friend in Kent?” My spirit was suddenly renewed as I quickly realize that I would be nothing without my friend Al. I decided that my best friend was more important to me than the life of father Mansion. A smile adorned my scarred face as I uttered, “We must start the next page of our master plan and find Mr. Sam T. Tucker.”