"Is it only me or did your father put on some makeup?" Victor pointed out as soon as they arrived at the scene in his convertible.
Although Marcel arrived early, his father was here before him and it didn't surprise him that his father was working hard for this case. What's the catch? He still hasn't figured it out, but it sounded too good to be true.
Marcel knew his father and he doesn't do this out of his great magnanimous heart - that is if he had one - unless there was something he hoped to achieve. Be it small or great, there was always an ulterior motive. And until then, he couldn't trust him.
Other than looking at the man out of mere curiosity, Marcel didn't say anything as they got out of the car. The fading injuries on his face were hidden with the makeup and Marcel's heart swelled with joy that for once, he was able to retaliate and defend the things that mattered to him and not take his shit like the good kid he was before.
