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"What? Why?!" Marco inquired in disbelief, stepping back to the living room in a hurry to look at his friend. Levi looked at him, "They didn't die in a fire, Marco. Sam's parents were possibly murdered." he said; his expression didn't betray his feelings, Marco noted.
Confusion flashed in his eyes; it didn't make sense to him. Why cover it up? What for? "What? How? I mean, why would they do that? Wouldn't they want the person caught?" the bearded man blabbered on.
"Good! You're keeping up!" Levi complimented backhandedly as he approached the whiteboard with all the newspaper clippings fastened on it. He still had the journal in his hand.
"Fredricksen Co., Marco." the slicked blond revealed, expecting Marco to get it. But the G.P drew a blank, merely cocking a brow curiously. He was expecting more.
Levi furrowed his brows at the man, "Fredricksen Co!" he repeated, waiting for it to sink in Marco.