The Woman in the Letter

Chapter 4 - The Place Where everything started Part 50

Ian

Raising the yellow ribbon, he bowed his head and approached the corpse lying on the ground. Leaning to the ground, he leaned his head to the left and looked intently at the man lying on the ground. Within a few meters of the body, patrol officers tried to stop people trying to take pictures and videos of the body. Ian noticed that not only the journalists trying to collect material but also people with phones and most of them were young. Despite the fact that the police pushed them aside, they came forward with the same enthusiasm, raised their phones, and tried to take a picture. For a moment, Ian thought about how a beautiful society could be if young people diverted their perseverance and enthusiasm to other areas.

"Victor Atkinson. 55 years old. Dentist. He worked in his own private office. He was stabbed at the back of the office yard. First, the knife hit him in the back. Then he cut his throat," said the young police officer. He was known to be excited by the vibration of his voice. "Because the doctor left the car behind, the killer knew he would get out of the back door."

"Who was the first to see the body?" Ian asked the body without taking his eyes off it

"Since the crime was in the backyard of the office, no one has seen it since yesterday. His wife was worried to see him not coming home at night. After not answering the calls, she arrived at the office in the morning. Then he found her husband in the backyard "

"That is, the crime was committed outside, not inside. Is there an entrance to the garden through the back door? " Ian stood up and turned to the police.

"Yes"

"What about the cameras?"

"Only at the front entrance and inside the reception"

With the help of another colleague who collected the white-covered evidence, he lifted the body towards the palm of his hand. Ian shuddered when he saw a small needle dipped in the middle of the palm which used by dentists to extract teeth. When Sam held the small lantern in a bloody letter dipped in his hand, Ian felt more relieved. He read a few lines. Sam said from behind, "This ... What does this mean?" he whispered to himself.

"Only Natalie can know that," Ian answered, taking a picture of the letter on his phone.

Ian left the corpse and entered through a small staircase through the back door. He looked intently at the knife dipped in one of the apples on the transparent plate in the small kitchen. Sam followed him into the kitchen and said, "There are no weapons." he said.

He put on his transparent gloves, opened the door a little, and went into the main room. As he stepped out of the kitchen door, he looked at a large, patient chair. Ian then looked around at the equipment. "Was there no one but himself? Assistant ... Someone in the admissions department? "

Sam thought for a while, "They work until seven o'clock at the latest. In very rare cases, one of the assistants stays with the doctor" he said.

"We need to contact them immediately." Ian took off his glove and handed it to Sam.

"Maybe first with his wife ..."

"I told him to talk to the assistant," Ian said. Then he showed the dentist equipment with his hand. "No equipment was turned off." Then he looked at Sam and said, "The doctor was waiting for someone."

"One of the patients?" Sam asked incredulously.

Ian took a deep breath and looked around the room for the last time. "Or rather, he was waiting for his killer".