"Okay"
"Please, Ma'am, you hav-- wait, okay? So you're agreeing?" I gave the chief police a nod.
"Thank you for your cooperation and for the further help. We will call you for the details." We gave each other a short smile.
The chief police went out of my office.
A girl was found with no traces of life in front our hospital's back door. I was the one who have found her and immediately called the police afterwards. A day went by and autopsy said the girl found was raped, stabbed multiple times and then left in the hospital's backdoor just to be found. The girl was Melissa, one of my patients. She suffered MPD or multiple personality disorder. Just before the incident happened, almost a week ago, her personal nurse told me that they went to the fair. The personal nurse went to buy food for the both of them but when she came back for her, she was gone. The nurse reported it to the fair's staffs and guards but she was never found. Days later, it happened.
The personal nurse talked to me about it because I was her favorite and only psychiatrist in this hospital. We reported it to the head of the establishment and then to the police.
I massaged my temples as I evaluate everything that happened today. I was about to go undercover.
No, I'm not a spy. I am a psychiatrist. Mother was once a psychiatrist like me, but died of cancer. Dad died at the age of 43. And my sister...
I sighed, my sister, my only sister Luna is dead. She was only 15. The cause? Autopsy says she was also raped, stabbed multiple times and burned alive.
The police said that the suspected person must've been around our ages and is only one. He has a pattern of killing. He kidnapped girls, raped them, burned them, then dropped them to where he found them. But why didn't he burn Melissa? Not that I wanted Melissa to suffer more, but is this another pattern? Or a different person? Or was he getting cautious? Is this his way of tricking the police? Or is there another rapist on the loose?
Now, I have to get kidnapped myself. He was aiming for pretty girls, and I suppose, I'm not pretty bad myself. Might as well have a little confidence before facing your problems. With long hair, a baby face with round eyes, a little squashed down nose, thin lips, height of 5'5 and an average voice, I was ready to be an asset.
>Eppur si muoves. |Galileo|
