????ABIGAIL
INOCENCIO????
(The Murderer….)
By, Precious Pinky
Copyright ©️(Don’t copy this story if you don’t want to see madness!)
Chapter 37????38
•••••
{ BACK TO CASE 001 }
It was dead silent for a moment until Marshall’s loud laughter filled the large office.
He clutched his stomach, throwing his head back as he laughed himself to tears.
Abby stood in front of him looking like a complete idiot.
What was funny?
Why was he laughing?
Did she crack a joke? Does she look like one playing with words right now? Was he making a mockery of her? She was perplexed and she hated the fact that the bastard had the upper hand at this point.
He cleared up his throat as he finally stopped laughing, staring at her with amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Are you okay?” He asked, raising a questioning brow at her.
“Excuse me?” She frowned.
“Don’t be stupid, Dr. Abby. You came all the way here to accuse me of killing my patient. Doesn’t that sound funny to you?”
“I know you, Marshall. You will do anything to hurt me! I know you!” She spoke.
“No, you don’t know me, Miss Abigail. Don’t act like you fuc-k ing do because you don’t.”
Abby stayed silent.
“I didn’t kill Ward 302 and even if I wanted to… I wouldn’t do it just to spite,” He looked at her from head to toe. “you.”
“What then happened to her? How did she die? It makes no sense that a healthy teenage girl will die in the middle of the night.”
“I know, right?” He tilted his head to the side. “Which makes me wonder what really happened while I was absent.” He took a step close to her. “I heard about the goodies you bought for the patient. You didn’t give her something she was allergic to, did you?”
“What are you driving at, Marshall?” She snarled, shooting daggers at him throu-ghher eyes. If Look could kill, Marshall would be 6ft below.
He shrugged, shoving his hands inside his pan-ts pocket. “I am not trying to point an accusing finger at you, beautiful. I was only thinking out loud. I mean, how come did she die the same night you bought ‘goodies’ for her? Was it a coincidence?” He pursed his li-ps, gazing de-eply into her eyes.
Abigail gulped audibly, clenching and unclenching her fist. Why didn’t she think this thing throu-gh? She was more of a suspect than Marshall and Sandra were.
Marshall saw the uneasiness and fear settling in her eyes and that gave him more confidence.
“I told you to stay away from my patient, didn’t I?”
“I didn’t kill her.” She said. “I will never hurt Tara.”
“I never said you did. Anyone could be the murderer. After all, this isn’t the first time a murder is taking place in this hospital.”
The frown on Abby’s face de-epened and she looked super confused. “Murder has been going on in this hospital? What are you talking about?”
“Wait a minute. You didn’t know?” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Like come on! You thought the death of your patients two years ago was normal?”
Abigail stayed silent as she processed his words, reminiscing about the past event now.
Marshall continued talking, “Five of your patients died the same way for freaking sake and you really thought it was normal?” He scoffed. “You are smarter than this, Dr. Abby.”
“Tara died the same way also…” The words came out in a whisper but it was quite a miracle that he heard them correctly.
“Exactly why it is pinned as a murder case, honey pie.”
She glared at him. “Don’t fuc-k ing call me that.”
He threw his hands up in the air as if in surrender. “Oops, my bad. You are the first woman I’ve met who hates the nickname honey. I want to ask why but I know you wouldn’t tell and besides, now is not the proper time for us to get to know each other.” He grinned.
Abigail ran her fingers over the locks in her hair as she huffed out a breath, thinking about everything that happened two years ago.
Why didn’t she notice? Was she that oblivious and stupid? Marshall was right, she should be smarter than this.
If Tara and her five patients of two years ago were really murdered then who is the killer? And why did the idiot kill innocent people?
She gave the man standing in front of her a pointed look. Could Marshall be the killer? He has the look of a murderer and he behaves like one but what if he was innocent? What about Sandra…?
Abby had a lot in her mind but she didn’t know what to believe or think anymore.
The whole thing was confusing and complicated for her.
“Was it Nurse Thelma who told you?” She queried.
“Told me what?”
“That I bought goodies for Tara.” She replied.
He nodded his head as a yes, smirking. “Mm-hmm. And she is going to tell the cops exactly what she knows.” The way he said the last words about Thelma telling the cops exactly what she knows sounded suspicious but Abby didn’t reason much about it. Marshall heaved out a de-ep breath, going to sit down on the office chair behind the black polished desk. “So you see, you are more of a suspect than I am, Dr. Abby. You should be more worried about yourself because I am worried for you.”
Abby turned around and left the office without saying a word to the bastard.
His taunting and confidence weren’t what annoyed her but the fact that his words were right was what bothered her.
She walked throu-ghthe hallway and stepped out of the hospital building, feeling like she was choking on air.
She rushed to her car and hopped in, resting her forehead on the steering wheel as she inhaled shaky breath and exhaled.
Will she actually be pinned down for Tara’s murder?
She loved that child and would never hurt her physically. Tara was like a junior sister to her.
Abby bites her bottom li-p that was trembling uncontrollably. The weather temperature was very hot but she felt like she was freezing from the inside out.
“Oh, God…” She murmured, squeezing her eyes closed.
•••••
“Do you really want to take on the case, Detective Emma?” Desmond shot up a single brow, watching her closely. “I could give it to_”
“No, sir.” She cut him off. “This psychopath was able to escape me two years ago and now he is back. I won’t let him escape this time around.”
“Detective Emma,” He paused. “you are emotional about this case and I don’t want you to work on it based on your feelings.”
She shook her head. “I won’t, sir. I a-ssure you.”
Desmond moved his gaze to Robert. “What do you think, Detective Robert? Are you both willing to take back case 001?”
Robert hesitated as he glanced at his partner who was likewise staring at him, waiting to hear his answer.
He wanted to ask her if she was really okay with this.
He was the only one aside from Abby who knows a lot of things about Emma.
She sometimes acts to be strong but de-ep down, she was shattering.
Robert knew for sure that Emma was angry with this murderer and will stop at nothing until she catch the freaking psychopath.
But he wanted to make sure that she was okay. She has been obsessed with this case since two years ago.
The smartness, cunningness, unpredictability, and fastness of this murderer were on another level. It was as if the idiot was standing very close to them and knows about their every move and activity.
Every step he and Emma took forward felt like they were moving backward because the murderer will take a bigger step and have them slacking.
His partner, Emma was determined to catch the fuc-k ing psychopath. Maybe because he or she kept killing the patients of her best friend or because she didn’t like feeling like she can’t do a proper job as a detective Or for both reasons.
Robert straightened his back as he moved his gaze to their boss, seated in front of them, waiting for an answer as much as Emma was.
“Yes, sir. We will take back case 001.” Robert answered and he heard Emma let out a breath of relief.
•••••
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Robert asked as they strolled into the office.
“Of course, it is. If it isn’t…why then did you agree to it?” She asked him.
“Because I know how much you want to take back the case, Emma. And you know I will always support you no matter what.”
She sighed. “I know. It’s just…” She hesitated. “This psychopath killed my best friend’s favorite patient. He did it two years ago and now, he is back to doing it again. Abby is hurting and I can’t sit back and do nothing about it.”
“You keep using the pronoun ‘he’, what makes you think it’s a man?” Robert questioned.
Emma shrugged her shoulders. “Well, men are known to be criminals?”
“Offense taken, Emma. What? Is that what you think of men? Really?”
She chuckled. “I’m sorry, okay? I just have the feeling that it is a man’s doing. No woman would be that good at taking out perfect murders like this one. Even to date, we are yet to know the weapon of the killer because the bastard doesn’t use any!”
The door was pushed open and Ginny entered, dressed in a lilac knee-length gown and ankle black boots. She pulled her hair up into a high ponytail. She was looking pretty, as always.
Emma furrowed her brows as she watched the girl walk towards them – more like walked towards Robert.
She smirked. “Hi, handsome. Did you miss me?”
“Uh…”
“I thought you quit.” Emma interrupted Robert who was short of words to say.
Ginny rolled her eyes. “Is that your wish?”
“It is. And I was so glad that my wish came to reality. What are you doing here?”
“Well, sorry to burst your bubble. I’m back now.” She scoffed.
“You’ve got to be kidding me. What gave you the impression that you can quit and come back as you please?”
“What is your problem with me, young lady? Can you just let me fuc-k ing be!?” Ginny gro-aned.
“I’ve told you several times that you must talk to me with respect. Who the hell do you think you are? If you knew you weren’t going to quit and only threatened your father, why then are you clocking into work by this time of the day? Can’t you see how late you already are?”
“Does it look like I give a fuc-k ?” Ginny retorted. “I would have really quit this annoying and frustrating job but,” She moved her gaze to Robert and a smile appeared on her face. “I remembered Mr. Handsome.”
“Okay, you both should calm down.” Robert interjected, looking between the two ladies. “Now is not the right time to pull each other’s hair out or quarrel, okay? We have relevant things to take care of. And Ginny, you can’t come to work at this time. It is very unprofessional.”
“Really? I’m sorry.” She apologized, batting her eyelashes.
“Oh, so she can even apologize.” Emma mumbled under her breath.
“It’s okay if you are sorry but you have to promise not to repeat it again.”
Ginny quickly raised her hand in the air as if taking an oath. “I promise not to let it repeat itself. I will always come to work early as from today henceforth.”
He gave out a firm nod. “Good girl.”
She seductively bites her lower li-p, twirling her hair around her finger. “I will always be your good girl in any situation.”
Everyone in the room knew exactly what she was implying which made Emma scrunched her nose in disgust and…anger.
Robert made no comment on that.
“You are right, Rob. Now is not the time we fight and quarrel. We have other important things to take care of.” Emma ran the tip of her tongue over her dried li-ps. “Since you are able to tame her majesty, please keep a close watch on her and control her craziness while we go to the hospital to ask questions.”
“Hmm. let’s go.” Robert nodded.
•••••
“Mom, what are you doing here?”
“Is that a question?” She retorted.
“Ugh.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “If your visit has anything to do with the current situation at_”
“What is really going on in this hospital, son?” She cut him off, sitting down on the chair opposite him. “Do you know how worried your father and I are? This catastrophe can tarnish the image of the family hospital.”
“I know.”
“No, you don’t.” She shook her head. “Because if you do, then you will be more careful. Murder took place in this same hospital two years ago… I thought it was finally over and we can all forget about it and move on, only for another murder to take place again two years later. Families will start redrawing their sick relatives from here due to fear of them getting killed if care is not taken.”
“I know…” Jersey muttered in a quiet voice, seeming frustrated and tired. He could feel a headache already forming in his head. The current situation at the hospital was driving him crazy and his mother wasn’t making it any better.
Everything she was saying right now was something he already knows. Like seriously, who wouldn’t know the repercussion of a murder case in a hospital?
He can’t forget the heavy blow the hospital’s reputation suffered two years ago during the time of those murders taking place. It really affected the finances of the hospital as families started transferring their sick relatives to other hospitals because as his mother had just said, they were afraid of them (sick relatives) getting killed one day.
If not because of how strong and how many billions the hospital already made, they would have definitely suffered bankruptcy.
“All this thing didn’t happen during the term of your father…”
Jersey gave her a bored and annoyed look. “Are you really going to do this now?”
She sighed. “I’m sorry. I promised not to compare your work with that of your father’s.” She studied him carefully. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I’m just feeling a slight headache.” He whispered, ma-ssaging his temple.
“Take aspirin for it.” She suggested.
“I will do that later.”
“Ranting and pa-ssing blame won’t solve the situation and I’m sorry for doing that. Your father planned on coming over by himself but due to his health crisis, he couldn’t.” She said in a calm voice now.
Jersey simply nodded his head, staying quiet.
“What do you intend on doing now, son? Do you think the murder will continue?”
He shrugged. “I honestly don’t know, mother. I’m tired and confused about why this is all happening. The detectives guaranteed to do a good job this time around and catch the culprit they weren’t able to two years ago.”
“Wait,” She paused. “are you saying the murderer of two years ago is the same as recent?” She questioned and he nodded his head as a yes. “What!?”
“I know, right? Nothing adds up here. Why is the murderer back? Why did he or she stop killing only to continue now? What is his or her identity? Why did the murderer kill the teenage girl?” He heaved out a de-ep breath. “I have a lot on my mind to the point where I don’t know what to think anymore, Mother.” He hissed lowly when the headache sharpened.
“Hey,” His mother rushed to stand by his side and started ma-ssaging his head. “You should take aspirin.”
“Hmm.” He opened the desk drawer, snatched a sachet of painkiller drugs, popped out two pills, and threw them inside his mouth. He swallowed and gulped water from the bottle of water his mother handed to him and she proceeded with ma-ssaging his head.
“How do you feel now?” She asked him.
“I will be fine. You don’t have to ma-ssage my_”
“No. Let me.” She insisted. “Since the detectives are taking the matter seriously, I don’t think we have anything to worry about. I only hope that the murderer is caught this time around. Our family hospital can’t keep being in jeopardy.”
“Yeah…”
•••••
“Good afternoon, Nurse Thelma, right?” Emma smiled as she stood in front of the young woman dressed in a nurse uniform.
“Yes.” She nodded her head. “You must be the detective in charge of the murder case, I guess?”
“Yes, I am.”
Robert and Ginny were asking other nurses present that night questions – It was more like Ginny following Robert around as he asked them questions.
While Emma was in charge of asking Thelma questions.
“Okay. Do you want to ask me any questions?”
“Oh, yes. You seem to know how these things work.”
“Of course. The murders that took place two years ago taught me a lot.” She stated.
“I see.” Emma pulled out a jotter and pen. “So I don’t need to tell you to be honest about the answers you give me, right?”
Thelma smiled. “Sure.”
“You were the one who found the patient dead, right?” Emma started the interrogation.
“Yes, I was.”
“Can you explain to me how you found it?”
“I was going into every patient’s ward to make sure they were fine and comfortable. Ward 302 was also one of the wards I entered to check up on her. She was lying on the bed… Honestly, I wouldn’t have known that she was dead if I hadn’t stepped forward to collect the flowers Dr. Abby bought for her from the ground. It was lying carelessly there and I know the teenage girl wouldn’t have possibly thrown them on the floor because everyone knows how much she adores Dr. Abby. Including the things Dr. Abby gets for her.” Thelma inhaled a de-ep breath. “However, I noticed the trail of blood by the side of her li-ps so I tried to wake her up,” The young nurse sadly shook her head as memories of that night flooded back into her head. “she didn’t wake up. I checked her pulse, pressed my ear on her chest to listen to her heartbeat but…but they were silent.”
Emma was doing everything possible to be strong and not break down in tears in front of the nurse.
“How…many nurses were present that night?” Emma asked.
“Ten of us including myself.” She replied.
“What about the doctors?”
“Dr. Abby, Dr. Sandra, Dr. Marshall, Dr. Finley, Dr. Rose, Dr. Kennedy, Dr. Jose…” She mentioned five other doctors’ names. “Those were the ones who weren’t present that night.” She responded.
“How many doctors in total work in this hospital?”
Thelma calculated them in her head before answering. “Twenty-five doctors in total.”
‘That means fifteen doctors didn’t have their day off.’ Emma thought to herself as she jotted down a reminder about meeting up with the doctors to ask them questions.
“Did you notice anything strange that night…?” She asked.
“Well…not really.” It was silent for a few seconds. “Actually, something strange happened.”
“What?”
“One of the absentee doctors dropped by at the hospital that night dressed in an overall black attire.”
That spiked up Emma’s interest. “Which of them?”
TBC.