Doctors and Detectives

Chapter Three

The basement's foul smell flooded my nostrils and to be honest, it's like an atomic fart bomb. It was caused by the decaying body of the victim after the mastermind used this place as a gallery. Of course, the body was removed so it wouldn't produce any bad smell.

We haven't touched anything here--the 'do not cross' tapes are still plastered--and also we advised the hospital's management to void the access for the staff as the investigation remains unclosed.

To the spot where we found the figure, there are still dabs of something that resembles grease on the ground. Just to find out, I teared out a piece of paper, scrubbed it on the spot and kept it in a zip lock bag in my pockets. I'm bringing this to the lab tonight.

Aside from the stain that I found, there is a latex glove resting on the ground a few inches away from the spot where we found the freaking figure.

"This may help us too." I said, placing it in another zip lock plastic bag. I head back to the lobby before someone caught me sneaking here.

Acting as if I didn't do such thing is one of my fortes and I am proud of it. Act casually to the patients and doctors that are passing through.

I was stopped on my tracks when I saw the third doctor I was observing knelt down and kissed a patient. The kid weakly smiled at him. When the parents took the kid out, he wiped the corner of his eyes and tried to act normal, even though he wasn't.

If the culprit wasn't one of them, then, where are we going to look next?

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"So when will we go on a date?" Tyler Joseph's assistant, Josh Dun, asked me as I brought the paper I scrubbed on the floor on the lab. And this, is the usual scenario whenever I visit or bring something for further inspection.

"When the case gets solved and justice is served," I said, crossing my arms in front him.

"You always say that whenever I ask you out." He snapped.

"This is a serious case, Josh. We are doing our best to end this." I replied back.

"But I am a more serious case," he said and winked at me. Oh my God.

"So okay, we go on a deal." I hope this plan would shut him up. "When we finally solved this case, we'll go on a date."

He chuckled. "Deal."

"Flirting with Inspector Y/N?" The alpha of Division 2, Inspector Brendon Urie, said as he raised a brow at Josh.

"Shut up, breadbin. She just said yes." Josh protested.

"As much as I wanted you to flirt with our dear inspector, Josh, get back to work." Tyler said, going out of the examination room, holding a paper that contains the result.

"She said she's going on a date with me." Josh said, a smile plastering a smile on his face.

"You're out of this job, Josh." Tyler snapped.

"Tyler don't. Please don't. I still have to work for our date."

"Then get back to work!" Tyler glared at him, his eyes glowing as Josh went back to his station.

"So what did you found?" I ask.

"Formaldehyde." He murmured. "This makes the body preserved for a few days after he dropped the figures."

"And on the gloves?"

"Same content. The culprit must be applying those for final touches when he displayed them."

"Are these the same with the first ones?" I shrug off Brendon's tickle from my shoulder. 

"Somehow, yes." He sighed and passes me the paper. "I hope that's useful."

"It is." I said, heading to the door. "Bye Josh!" I shout.

"Bye!" he said, peeking from his station.

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When I reached our department, I witnessed how one of my colleagues go back to the phase that is, according to him, already over. But anyways, he's good at it.

"So you're going to wear black tomorrow?" I asked, crossing my arms as I lean on the door's frame.

"Maybe," He said, brushing his hair to the direction where he used to before. 

"Oh god," I said, mocking him with a disgusted look. Shaking my head, I sat back down on my table, watching these guys tease and compliment each other badly.

I read the results in the paper once again. The clues I had so far were--the amount of formaldehyde I found from the basement's floor, the doctors and the glove that the culprit left on the ground.

The culprit might be a doctor but in which hospital? We can't shove ourselves to every hospital in Chicago and spectate everyone's movements.

Everyone's attention was taken as the alarm went to life, sending irritating soundwaves to my ears. After a few seconds, the alarm went off and someone started to pound on our door.

"Inspector Y/N!" If I wasn't mistaken, it was Dallon Weekes, Brendon's colleague. He somehow looked pale and...shocked? "You've got to see this!" He said between breaths.

As he dragged me to the main lobby of the bureau, my hand flew to my mouth, covering it as I was shaking in what we've seen. Every detective looks at me as I stare at it with horror.

The culprit has sent another figure and this time, it is addressed to me.

...to the lovely inspector Y/N.

My feelings intensified when familiar figures crossed my mind.

It's one of the doctors in our watchlist.