Marcus walked out of the station and sat on a bench under the tree shade. He called someone on his mobile. “Mr. Bernard, this is Marcus. I need your help with something. It’s very urgent.”

“Whoa, chill, dude,” a throaty voice spoke from the other choice. “You haven’t contacted me in a freaking long time. I ate a lot of biscuits yesterday, and I’m having a hard time shitting right now. Is it okay if I call you later in the afternoon?”

“I told you it’s urgent, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but I spent at lea