Doctors and Detectives

Chapter One

I check my appearance at the mirror as I wore a lab coat with my alter name stitched near the breast pocket, as a protective measure on this task. It's my turn to spectate in Linda Vista Community Hospital after a horrifying incident happened.

Since I got the longest stick, I'm the last one who will roam around. Inspectors Wentz, Trohman and Hurley has been making turns on the said task.

"Damn. You look better as a doctor!" Pete suddenly blurted when I wore the clothes they've given me. It fitted me so well, but the doctor in my name, it doesn't.

"There's no place for gory stuff in my heart." I said. He passed me the folders in his grasp, which I assume, contains our agendas in that community hospital.

"Our suspect must be just wandering around in that hospital. Every folder contained personal details about every suspected doctor we could sense." He murmured. "Before that doctor displays another masterpiece of his, he needs to be stopped."

I read and check the pictures--most of the doctors are old, the senior staffs of the hospital rather. If they were suspected, why were they doing that to their patients? Unsufficient income? New line of business? Impatience?

I have this feeling that the culprit weren't them.

"Who's this guy?" I asked, opening a folder with a guy with strawberry blonde hair and glasses.

"That guy just got admitted...last year, I guess." My co-worker said, adjusting his tie. "He's not to blame...by now."

"Weird." I said and flipped the folders close. "How are you sure that these elderly doctors are the ones who can use solutions?"

"They're doctors, Y/N. They know everything that everybody doesn't."

"And how about the newbie?"

"Noob." He said. "Totally noob." He added, shaking his head.

"He's too innocent for the job." Andy said, tapping his drumsticks on the table. Joe takes the folder from me and checks it.

"Met this guy in the hospital. Too good for the crimes." He snapped.

"Are you sure?"

"101% sure. Just be careful. Don't trust anyone in that hospital."

"Thanks for the helpful advice." I said sarcastically and rolled my eyes.

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On our trip to the community hospital, I recall the places that the culprit designated to display his shitty stuffs. Also, before the incident, three detectives from different divisions in this bureau disappeared.

And when we found them, they're already turned into freaking masterpieces.

The first one was found in a park, concealing under a fountain's hologram. Exact three weeks later, another was found in a mall that scared thousands of mall goers. And lastly, the last one was found in the basement of Linda Vista community hospital, in which the detective or victim, was there for recovery.

"Penny for your thoughts, Inspector?" Pete said, hitting the breaks on the red lights.

"Does the culprit want to say something?" I said, reviewing the photographs of the figures slash masterpieces that was left.

"I guess there wasn't any hidden messages from those locations." He sighed as the traffic lights turned green. "We really have to stop whoever that killer is."

"What if the one we're looking for wasn't in that community hospital?"

"Stop being so negative." He suddenly snapped.

"I'm just giving you options!"

"According to the staff, the password to the basement was only given to the doctors and staff."

"So that became your first clue?"

"Yeah."

Passcodes and the basement in Linda Vista Community Hospital.

"Is that the reason why you suspected the older doctors?" I asked.

"Exactly."

We wouldn't know if we wouldn't give it a try to investigate.

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"What would I tell them?" I asked as Pete finally arrived in the hospital. Observing the physical appearance of the hospital, it looks like it has been renovated for several times and somehow, you would wonder why it is a little bit remoted from the urban part of this city (is my city...and I love it).

"Tell them you're an intern...or something like that. You could come up with any excuse. Do you remember the reason why you were promoted? You said--"

"Shut it. I remember...stop shoving it in my face." I snapped, giving him a straight look that I always do.

"Well, good luck. Remember, don't talk to them two minutes or more." He added before driving off. I rolled my eyes, watching the car speed away.

"Let's kick some ass." I murmured to myself as I walk to the entrance of the hospital. I presented the ID that we forged as security has let me in.

The hospital's environment isn't what I expected. It has the environment I became fond of. And now, I wonder why the culprit would choose this site as a place for his wrong doings.

I went to the floor where our first suspected culprit's located. I peek on the folder and found the doctor on the corner, talking to someone in the phone.

I started to pretend that I am looking for a patient.

"Yes honey...I'll be home for dinner...I promise...Yes...I miss our children. I hope they could turn back into kids. I love you honey, see you later." He said, gazed at his phone screen and went back inside a private ward.

I fish my pen and made a small mark on the corner of the first folder on my grasp. Possibly no. If he would do it to the others, I assume he would think of his children.

He would think the scenario where the same stuff was done to them.

The same does to the remaining three senior doctors--around in their 50s - 60s, have families and seemed that they do value their patients than their personal interests.

Then, there goes strawberry blonde doctor, but from the information I got, he doesn't come around in Mondays.

God. Even I, would complain on Monday duties. Who loves Monday, anyway?

I walk back to the elevator, clutching the folders tightly and pushing them to my chest as my mantra repeats in my head.

First impressions don't last.

I must brace myself for the next days I'll be in patrol in this community hospital.

And move faster before he executes his new plan.