AN: It was a tough chapter to write this time because I felt I had run out of steam and ideas. But God pulled me out of it, and here you are, another chapter as best I could write for your enjoyment. Thank you all so much for your continued support of my work. I hope you all had a wonderful holiday break and a safe and happy New Year. As always, read, review, and enjoy. God bless and keep you. See you all next chapter.
Pagliacci-11
As the siren signifying the alert still sounded, students and faculty alike had gathered in the halls which had led up to the science lab and back out to the main entrance. Johnathan Barrow had just been taken off inside a government car, and Jean-Pierre stood silent as if stunned in the still open main door to the school. At that moment, Jean-Pierre felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. He turned and saw Suzanne standing beside him.
"Are you okay, Jean?" she asked.
He shook his head, "I—I can't answer that right now, Suzanne. I really can't."
The alarm chirp had grown beyond obnoxious, and Jean-Pierre yelled, "Turn that damned alarm off!"
The children shook as they had never heard the old man raise his voice, and soon the chirp was now silent. Jean-Pierre put his fingers to his temples and exhaled and stood silent a moment. There was a form of gentle silence while once could easily count ten. Jean-Pierre looked outside and then turned to the students gathered around.
"Children," he said, sounding a bit frustrated, "return to your dorms until the second tone. Then you may resume your normal classes."
Jean-Pierre headed back silently to his office, and once inside, he sat down. He couldn't believe what had started out as a peaceful morning had devolved into a mess of chaotic dreck right in his lap. He reflected upon what had been said to him just a moment ago. He was charged with holding a fugitive of the state; he heard the charge given to John that he was charged with espionage against the nation of France. But how could that be? There was no evidence to conclude or even lead to that from his background at all. With Jim, it was clear where he had come from, a decorated aspect of service as a Navy Seal from America. John, there was no history to show any federal involvement period.
Jean-Pierre pulled out the file he had on John and looked over it extensively. He had worked with Amber and Reese that was clear enough. He also had aspects of working with a law firm Emerson and Walsh, in the United States, but it was in a minor managerial capacity. Reading further, he saw that Johnathan had worked as a junior-management chemist at Rena and Neski Pharmaceutical. Jean-Pierre also knew he came here on Hendricka Schneider's recommendation. Taking her file and cross-referencing them, Jean-Pierre found that the two dossiers intersected at Rena and Neski Pharmaceutical. So, that was the connection. An apparent three-year period where the two had most likely met and cultivated their friendship.
Jean-Pierre reclined in his chair and reflected on what he could have missed. He rested his eyes, and he took a breath. As he sat in silence, he then remembered, John knew Yolanda very well, which was evident from his first day. But what was the connection? She said he'd helped her with her exams. Jean-Pierre went to the file cabinet and took out Yolanda's file and performed another cross-reference. Yolonda had attended John's-Hopkins and achieved the top ten percentile in her class specializing in physiology and forensic pathology. Johnathan had attended John's Hopkins and majored in the top fifth percentile two years prior to Yolanda and attained his doctorate in Forensic Psychology, certification as an anesthesiologist, as well as an understudy in chemistry. Jean-Pierre made notes of these parallels and, once done, put the faculty files back inside the cabinets.
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