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.