CHAPTER 029.

"I'll want you to go to your room and think about it yourself… sometimes you gotta stay behind and allow others to do the work." Mr Peterson said.

"You need not worry about anything, Dad… I'll be going up there, I'll see you tomorrow, Dad," Kendrick replied, his voice firm, yet a hint of uncertainty flickered in his eyes as he turned towards the stairs.

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The activities at the Oakland site had taken half of Kendrick's strength, leaving him stressed, it showed on his face as he leaped up the stairs, his eyes sunken, his skin pale and dusty.

Arriving in his room, he closed the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing through the room, his eyes scanned the space, searching for a sense of comfort, but it eluded him, his mind raced.

Who was coming after him? The Maradonas, yes, but who else? His thoughts swirled like a maelstrom, refusing to settle, as he sank into the sofa, his body language screaming exhaustion.

His mind restless, as he pondered on who was coming after him, asid