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“Tell us.” You don’t have anything to lose but time. And since you are wasting money on a traditional Prancijanian barbecue, it seems both things can go hand-in-hand.
“<span class="mu-s">Bray Luque Magogue</span>.” The tiny kangaroo man doesn’t fully turn or leave his table, he speaks with his head sideways and chair inclined backwards. You’re worried that he might hit his head if he’s not careful. “Purple Rose student. In his last year of high school. He’s cousins with a young politician named ‘<span class="mu-s">Ayde Magogue</span>’, and acts as his errand dog. He has done his fair share of shady tasks for him. Looks fairly impressionable and dumb.”
“Yeah, we noticed his haircut. Your beef is with the politician, right?” Vera is trying to weave out the useless information.
“You’d be correct.” Kangaroo Man acts aloof. “I have no interest in politics, but a friend of mine got in trouble because of him. And Bray, well, did the deed; and let me be clear, he’s the one behind all the turbulence. Without him, Mr. Politician is as good as a toothless dog.”
“If you say that, he doesn’t sound that dumb.” You say.
“Connections are hard to make, I’ll give you that. But that’s as far as I’m willing to go.” Kangaroo man shrugs.
“What happened to your friend?” You ask.
“Jail. She got framed for some bullshit.” Kangaroo Man sticks to the point. “She was in Magogue’s way, and he took her out of it.”
“Damn, that sucks.” You don’t have much more to say.
“If you happen to find any evidence of any misgivings, hand them over to your reporter buddy. Heard he’s pretty good. Probably would do a decent job clearing her name.” Kangaroo Man cares only about that.
“Agh, this Bray guy goes to my school, we might have crossed paths, but I don’t remember seeing him. Like ever.” Vera is using all her brainpower to find a hint in her memories, but there’s nothing.
“Oh, I go to Red Tulip.” Kangaroo man reveals.
“Green Foothill.” You raise your hand.
A strange tension rises between you three, a silent feud is brewing…
