Walking In Deception

CHAPTER 5: Could Detective Osahon die like my husband did?

It was hours later, the ambulance had long arrived and we all were still very sober. No one was sure how Mr. Jonathan was notified but there he was.
“I came as soon as I heard. I was able to speak with the hospital morgue and they told me there are many signs of strychnine. I don't know how he got in contact with strychnine but I think, at this point, we all have to remain strong.” Mr. Jonathan who had just burst into the house said what seemed to be a practiced speech.
“I thought so too. Those convulsions were inhumane. It's not something you see everyday.” Mr. Richard added.
“Maybe you two are the inhumane ones. My God! Read the room!” I cut in. Throughout this conversation, Detective Osahon and Mrs. Okon remained silent. Detective Osahon stood up to fetch a glass of water from the kitchen and Mrs. Okon followed. I'm not sure why she did but at that moment, it gave me and the other gentlemen to retrospect. Now, it was crystal clear that there is a murderer among us. What did he look like? We did not have the slightest clue.
Detective Osahon was back in the living room with his glass of water. He took out a bottle containing pink pills. I immediately recognized the label on the bottle. It was the same as my husband's physician!
“What pills are those?” I asked.
He replied after a grunt, “Warfarin. Why do you ask?”
“My husband used to take those same pills from the same physician.” I became scared. “Could Detective Osahon die like my husband did? If he didn't, doesn't that mean the physician killed my husband?” All these thoughts came rushing into my head like an avalanche.
“I hope he didn't take it with Orlistat. A high usage of that would be lethal.” Mr. Jonathan added.
“He did! He did!” I had nearly lost my mind. Mrs. Okon could hear the conversation getting heated. She came into the living room but she still had a lot of tears in her eyes, anyone could see that from a mile away.
“I think we need to pay this physician a visit.”Detective Osahon as if he were an action movie star.
“I'll go with you. Mr. Jonathan and Mr. Richard, I beg you, tend to Mrs. Okon while I'm gone, will you.” I picked up my handbag, said a few words to Mrs. Okon that seemed to cheer her up a bit and then, we were on our way. It was my first time out of the house since ‘the incident’ and I never thought it would be at his physician's place.

Detective Osahon and I finally arrived at the physician's place. Neither of us needed an introduction as we were regulars. However, we could not go straight into his office because someone else was seeing the physician at that time. Detective Osahon and I sat on the waiting bench. As I was about to spark a conversation with him. I saw someone I never thought I would see. I saw Miss Grace.
“What are you doing here? Haven't you done enough?” I said as if this was my territory and it was being threatened by  Miss Grace's presence.
“Easy, ma'am.” Detective Osahon tried to caution me. Perhaps, it reminded me that we were in a public place.
“After the interview I had with Detective Osahon, I started wondering too and I did what you should've done a long time ago.” Miss Grace shot back. The atmosphere was getting intense but it was restored by the physician's question.
“Do you know one another?” Without waiting for a reply, he added,”Please, join me in my office.”
“I believe it is now clear as daylight that Mr. Kayode Oluwatoyin's death is not an accident on his part.”
“We know. It's clear now that whoever did it has some level of knowledge in the medical field.” Detective Osahon cut the physician short.
“Well, you're the detective. It's not for me to say. However, I can tell you this, Mr. Kayode Oluwatoyin consumed 2400 mg of Orlistat, which is double his dosage, and a relatively high quantity of warfarin. The combination led to an extreme bleeding and subsequently his death. What I'm saying here is, I didn't prescribe that dosage. At first, I thought he went out of his way to get more. Perhaps, he was getting addicted but then, I realized that his prescription was altered. He took the same number of pills but he didn't just realize the size of the pills. I know I should have said this sooner but I offer my condolences to the loved ones of Mr. Kayode Oluwatoyin.”
“It's so ironic that reducing the chances of DVT actually got him killed.”

It was getting late and I had to return to Mrs. Okon. Detective Osahon insisted that Miss Grace came with us and she did. We arrived at my home to meet everyone the way I had left them. It seemed like none got up from their seats. All the way from the physician, down to my home, I thought of one thing only. I thought of what Detective Osahon said and it got me wondering “Doesn't Mr. Jonathan know about this stuff. Could he and his be plotting against me? Could the fact that they don't get along be an act?” I was reawakened by the ringtone of Mr. Jonathan's phone. He stepped outside to answer the phone and that left me with Mrs. Okon, Miss Grace, Detective Osahon and Mr. Richard. If truly this was not an accident, but murder, I need to analyze each and every one more carefully.
“Since we're all here, why don't I make something for everyone to eat?” Mrs. Okon got up and offered to make lunch.
“Don't worry I'll do it.” Miss. Grace and I said simultaneously. We looked at each other in surprise. I looked back at Mrs. Okon and I knew I had to put my ego aside for this woman because she would do the same and more for me.
“Okay” I invited Miss Grace into the kitchen.
Mr. Jonathan came back into the house and told everyone, specifically Detective Osahon, what the call was about.
“It was my receptionist. She called to inform me that the autopsy results I requested have arrived at the office.”
“Why…?” Mr. Richard was about to ask.
“Relax, I already consulted the next of kin of the deceased and she agreed.” By ‘next of kin of the deceased’, he meant me. Mr. Jonathan had a way of referring to me implicitly. “I'll be on my way and if I can't bring it today, I'll definitely be here first thing in the morning.” He bid everyone goodbye and went on his way.

Back in the kitchen, Miss Grace and I were doing a lot more talking than we were cooking. I would have thought we had nothing to talk about but Miss Grace acted as the bigger person and made the first move.
“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to threaten your marriage. I should have quit the job a long time ago.”
“It's not your fault. I guess I was jealous my husband got to live the life I wanted while I was at home being a housewife.” At that moment, I did not sense remorse or anything of the sort in her tone. To think of it, why should she be remorseful? After all, I was the one playing the jealous wife. “Tell me something, was there really something between you two?” Miss Grace seemed to be rather shocked by this question.
“No, there wasn't. Believe me, I'm not a slut. I would wreck another woman's home for my selfish interest.” She scoffed.
“It's just that he felt so comfortable and happy around you. I'm his wife and I couldn't do that. It hurts to see another woman do that for him.”
“The thing is, I really liked what I do and I became so committed that I wanted to keep it. I even wanted to know you more so I'll become more than just a worker. I wanted to be a friend.”
“Oh. I didn't know that was how you felt. I guess I let my insecurity get to me.”
“It's not your fault. I mean, who wouldn't? Right?”
Miss Grace and I finally made out and buried the hatchet. We finally prepared dinner and we all dined together. That was a happy moment in the midst of distress. After dinner, I made sure Mrs. Okon was able to get some sleep. I invited Miss Grace over to stay for the night but she insisted on going to her place. Mr. Jonathan did not come by as he said he would so he was expected to come by in the morning. I went to sleep knowing I had reconciled with someone I could not stand. Just then, as I was about to fall asleep, the thought of who the murderer was began to linger in my mind.