?THE UNKNOWN?
?By Authoress Pinky?
?Chapter Four <4>?
Subtitle: [A clue?]
Gina looked around the room one last time but still found no note. Honestly, she didn’t really believed every word of Alma but yet she did. Like really, that’s one reason she was here searching the house. The room for ‘the note.’
She sighed, getting frustrated already as she flopped down on the deceased bed and looked around the place again. Her phone suddenly dings which signifies that she has a new message. She slowly fished out her phone from her pocket and glance throu-ghthe message, looking uninterested until she saw the content of the message and who had sent it to her. Zoe. Hmm, must be very important then.
ZOEY?: How is everything going over there? Have she finally talked? And oh yeah, I’ve finally interrogated the deceased boyfriend. And guess what? He had helped us solve the last puzzle…on the missing person. I will tell you everything in details when you come back to the station.
Gina wondered. Could he this person really be the last puzzle and not the note? Was Alma just playing tricks on her so she wouldn’t get to find ‘this person’ by talking about a foolish note she has being searching for, for God knows how long.
She slowly got up to her feet. She just need to head back to the hospital and hear every detail of what Zoe is going to tell her about the last person they hadn’t gotten to meet.
She had already took some few steps when her toe mistakenly hit the shelf. She whined in pain and bent down to ease the pain by caressing it with her fingers when she caught sight of a something. A crumpled note.
The pain she was feeling, suddenly faded away… As if. She grabbed the note and stood upright as she slowly unfold the note.
“Too much for the break up, huh? Never expected you to finish the whole bottle….but anyway life goes on… isn’t that what you are going to say? *Smirks* well, that’s a very big lie. You will never forget about what happened last night. Not even about what’s going to happen today. Everyone needs to get stuck in a particular place, don’t you think? But how about I help fix the trouble, huh? What do you say….?’ And after that, a red sign, probably. Was added.” Gina said to herself as she read the note out loud.
She looked around the room again, probably expecting the person to pop out of nowhere and try to get this note from her. Because this note was huge. It was a better clue to finding the criminal.
….. Let’s hope….
She folded the note and kept it in her pocket and fished out her phone from her pocket. Again.
Gina?: He his the third party. Not the last puzzle. The last puzzle is with me right now. I will show it to you when I get to the station. But I think we have some more calculations to do.:) And she pressed sent as soon as she was done and left the house.
****
“This is confusing. The police had searched that house, how come they never found the note?” Zoe asked as she dropped the note on the table after reading throu-ghit.
Gina shrugged her shoulders as she leaned into the chair. “Maybe they probably forgot to search und-er the shelf. Because I had forgotten to search there until my toe had hit the shelf. Speaking about the toe….it still hurts like a bitc-h.”
“Sorry.” Zoe said. Gina smiled at her, it was more like thanking her for her concern. Zoe looked down at the note again before saying. “You don’t think she planted that, right?”
“Why else would she do that? Honestly, on second thought, I don’t really suspect Alma. Listen, she had told me about this third party, coming to visit her sister that same night she had visited. But she never told me his name. This guy in question could have been the killer. He had visited her with a bottle of vodka. But here is the question, if he was really the killer and had poisoned the drink since the doctor said she had died out of poisoning then….how come he isn’t dead by now? Or didn’t he drinks drink from the alcohol?”
“Wait. Are you asking me that?” Zoe questioned.
Gina chuckled. “Nah. I was just thinking out loud. But this is getting more complicated day by day. Alma had visited her sister last night and so have ‘this guy’ then who was it that came by at her house the next morning? And how had the killer killed her? And if really the killer had sent her this note that same last night then the killer couldn’t have been any of this three suspects we have in mind.”
“Why do you say so?” Zoe asked, confused.
“I don’t know…I guess I’m just saying the possibilities.” She stood up to her feet and went over to a white board and wrote down the victim’s name. The name was written boldly at the center of the board. She wrote the victim sister’s name at the left edge and drew a straight line towards the deceased name at the center of the board. She wrote the deceased boyfriend’s name at the right edge of the board and drew a straight line towards the deceased name then lastly….
“What is this guy name again?” She asked Zoe who was watching her closely.
“Ryan.” Zoe replied after a while.
Gina wrote the name at the left edge of the board, down. And traced a straight line towards the deceased name. She sighed as she took a step back and stared at what she had done on the board. She made her way towards the board again and drew a box at the right edge of the board, down and put down a question mark.
“A question mark?” Zoe questioned with a raised brow.
“I’m following my instinct, I guess.” That was her reply. She folded her arms across her ch-est and kept staring at the board.
#You can do this, Gina. But you just need to do one thing….think like the killer.#
Olive words echoed in Gina’s head as she kept staring at the board.
“If I were the killer, what would I have done?” She asked herself, forgetting the fact that Zoe was standing right beside her. She tapped her chin as she thinks about it. “After sending her this note, would I have taken actions from there?… No. I will want her to ponder of who it was that sent her the note. Okay. And what if, she had crumpled the note and had toss it und-er her shelf and mean why I had seen her doing that because of course, I will have to keep a close eye on my prey. What will I do? I will probably pay her a visit to surprise her. I guess. Arrrrgh.” Gina groa-ned as she walked over to her sit and sunk into it. “That was useless. I was definitely saying gibberish over there. I don’t even und-erstand every word said by me over there. What do we do, Zoe? We can’t just arrest anyone without being sure. I really don’t know what to do.”
“Honestly, you were making a point.” Zoe said as she sat down opposite from Gina. “The killer had been watching her closely even before she might have had her break up with her boyfriend. Her sister might have seen Ryan walking into the house? But what she failed to see…is him walking out of the house.” She paused. “What if there had been a mistake somewhere? What if the killer had poisoned the cup she had used to drink coffee? Remember she had coffee with this unknown visitor, which can’t possibly be her boyfriend, her sister or Ryan. Because Ryan had visited her last night, so of course, he wouldn’t have visited her again.”
Gina gasped. “You have a point there. We just need to be certain that Ryan had not drunk from the vodka. That’s the only way we would know if she was truly poisoned from the drink or from something else.”
“We should probably ask Olive of way someone can be poisoned. She’s a doctor so she should know that.”
Gina nods. “Yeah right. This case just keeps making me feel so exhausted each time.”
“Not just you. If I get this killer, I’m going to make sure he or she spends the rest of his life in jail. I will do everything within my power to make that happen.” Zoe said.
Gina laughed. “Yeah. Let’s do that.”
****
“Yeah. You would be fine, okay? Just go to the receptionist and show her this note, ask her to take you to the place where you could get the drugs, make sure to tell her that I had sent you to her. okay?” Olive said to the patient, sitting in front of her.
The patient nods her head as she stood up to her feet. “Okay. Thanks a lot, doctor.”
Olive smiled as she shook her head. “You don’t need to thank me. You just need to get better. Alright, you can go now.”
The patient nods her head. “You are a great person. I can’t seem to have thanked you enough.”
“Like I said earlier, you don’t need to thank me. I’m juts doing my job as a doctor. As your doctor. My service is to be rendered to you and people of your kind…You just need to get better, that is the only way you can thank me more than enough.” Olive said as she got up to her feet and made her way to the older woman.
“I’ve never seen a young doctor as kind as you. You are one of the best in this hospital but yet, you let go of the VIPs just to see me, a poor widow. I’m more than thankful to you.”
Olive rolled her eyes over the woman’s exaggeration, which wasn’t really an exaggeration because she really left the VIPs just to attend to the poor woman.
“I was just doing my job. And besides, you haven’t seen doctors like me because this is the only hospital you’ve been to, ma’am. Surely, there are good doctors even those who are more better than me out there in other hospitals. You just need to take care of yourself, ma’am and stop falling sick.” She told the woman. The woman smiled before cupping Olive’s face in her hands.
“God bless you, my child.”
Olive smiled. “Amen, ma’am. Now, that is what I need.”
The woman bide her goodbye before walking out of the office. Olive smiled at the closed door before making her way back to her chair. She pressed the intercom to her secretary and said.
“Next patient.” Just then her phone dinged, which signifies that she has a new message. She stared at the message. It was from Gina.
Gina?: I will like to see you, I have something to ask you. Please?:)
She quickly types before the patient walks in. Olive?: Sure. See you then.:)
And just when the next patient walked in, her phone vibrated again. She didn’t bother to look at it because she knows it was from Gina, probably thanking her for making out time to see her.
“Hey. Good afternoon sir.” Olive greeted with a smile at a young lady, who was definitely married due to the ring on her ring finger.
****
Gina was just staring at the red rose in between her thumb and her forefingers. Zoe had left for her own office.
“Was it a guy who had visited her? Did he give her the rose and then drank a cup of coffee with her before killing her?” She stared at the note on the table, in front of her. “Or was this a signature left by the killer? Or was he pa-ssing a message to someone else out there….? Is this killer even a guy? fu-ck, this is crazy.” She ma-ssaged her temple and that was when a knock came in across her door. “Yeah?”
The door was pushed open and a police came Into view. “The head chief wants to see you in his office now.” He told her.
“Me? Why?” She asked, getting up to her feet.
He shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Alright…” TBC.