Papa told everything to Veronica. He passed the torch to her – the final participant of the relay race. She was amused by Sebastian and Ronald's works. "Brilliant," she said. She looked very much thrilled too. "This way we will surely get our goal," she said.
Papa brooded without answering her enthusiastic affirmation.
She asked, "What happened?"
Papa said, "Nothing, I was just thinking, is Matthew the boy. I don't know, but my gut is telling me repeatedly that Matthew is the boy we are after."
"Hoe come? You have already testified this theory. You saw his backside when in the medical and you saw no sign of any trident. Why then this theory crop up again in your head?"
She was furious. She even did not try to check the scowl in her tone. But Papa was heedless about her temper. He was busy thinking of something. He did not notice what she had uttered. Lost in thought he said, "Yes, it is true that Tara had marked the boy's back by putting a burning little cupper trident. Yes, Matthew's back has no trident symbol. But you know – erm – may be plastic surgery or by natural process that symbol must have gone away when he grew up, who knows. Do you have Matthew's contact number?"
"Don't you remember I threw the sim card before your eyes," she retorted back.
"Don't say that you don't remember his number."
She shrugged her shoulder.
Papa said, "Can not you get it from Facebook?"
"I can see to that. But what do you want to do after getting his number?"
"Then I will Quick-quack," said Papa with a mad flicker in his eyes.
"What? You surely have gone mad," she said.