DR DRAKE!

All parts!

                                                                  CHAPTER 1: LET’S BEGIN

It was cold and dark outside .The rain clattering my bed-room window uniformly and rhythmically. I was lying on my bed solemn and grave. My room was empty but ironically my mind was full of thoughts and emotions. All hope was lost. I was unable to solve a case, I couldn’t, it was my first loss. I understood something about the human emotion – whenever we win something we don’t relish it that much, but when we lose; our heart gets punctured. I got depressed. I did not want to eat, sleep neither did I want anyone to perturb these on-going emotions. But just then flung open the door and rushed in Dr. Drake. He was my best buddy but I just wanted him to leave me and in turn I wanted to leave this world.

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He somehow convinced me to dine with him although it was my place, I felt he was the host.  Whatever it be, for the first time I felt glad to have a friend like him with me. I still vividly remember the day we met. He was my friend from high school but after passing out we couldn’t meet again until I ran into him at a coffee house. He recognized me but I was busy spying on a person in relation to a case. I had lost touch with all my school friends. He came up with his cup and started enigmatically. I just nodded and disregarded him not even letting his words pierce my ear. I did not like getting disturbed during work. The one I was spying, left and I was going to follow him when I heard Drake humming the very tune that was the root cause of the case. It was obviously done just to catch my emotion. I had lost my man but Drake was surely either someone of a huge reach or a fellow detective because that tune was supposed to be highly confined.

CHAPTER2: ALL ABOUT DRAKE AND ME

And in no time I was walking to a long lost friend’s house. “So how is life after National High”, he asked.“Quite suspicious” I replied flaunting my puny vocabulary. Just then I saw his badge flashing in the gleaming sun. It flashed Dr. Drake.  I said,” and you seem to have accomplished your dream of becoming a doc.” “Oh!  No I’m a doctor of music”. “Oh, so you are a doctor without being a real one”, I flaunted my puns a bit more than I wanted to. He got annoyed and said “ I’m still a doctor though”. He said this with a different kind of shine in his eyes and his tone was something like ‘I-want- to-hurt-you-but-I-can’t’. I didn’t mess around with him further and it was a silent walk back to his place. The smell of thick vegetation and the rhythmically soothing breeze did console me over my huge loss of the person I was spying on. I was just hoping that Drake hadn’t just picked that tune randomly and was eager to have a talk so called me over. We reached his place but rather than his big mansion I was mysteriously more attracted to shabby cottage nearby. Disregarding it we walked in. The lavishness outside wasn’t let down by the inside of the house. The fragrance that entered my nostrils was heavenly and made me believe heaven smelled like that. I was in utter shock when we walked down the corridor having rooms on either side and just like an office it had metal plates showing the room’s names or rather what they contained inside. One sported ‘The porcelain army’. Unable to control myself although knowing he disliked it I said “And do you intend to fight with this when China sends its terracotta army”. His look very well told me to “shut up” but I laughed at it myself but I thought it was worth it. The direct opposite sported ‘Awards for music’. And the joke pops in but I rather keep it to myself. I complimented him saying “well you really caught the beats well”, but he didn’t take it sportingly.

CHAPTER 3: KING YAN

Now I tied a knot in my mind “no more jokes”.  He asked me if I wanted a glance at the competitors of the terracotta soldiers with an uncanny grin. I nodded considering the limit of lameness he will cross if I denied. The door flung open and the fragrance of roses dipped in sugar solution hit me. There stood numerous animals made of porcelain and covered with marble at some places. The meaning of the label dawned upon me. He meant it was an army of animals. The room was pale blue with a beautiful chandelier illuminating the room and giving a glorious gleam to the statue and a sparkle in the jet black eye.  They were all placed in a jungle-like setting. It was not a pretty big room but considering the fact that it housed lifeless beings it was. I kind of smirked at the irony, I thought – ‘in the same world at one place living beings aren’t getting a shed but lifeless animals are getting to live in an air-conditioned room.’ I contained it in myself. I told him jerking him back to life as if from a porcelain-land. I told him” I guess we were here to discuss the tune”. I said it rather straight than adding a joke. He still took it as a taunt. Maybe while enjoying the liberty of sarcasm I had forgotten what was polite and what wasn’t or the guy was a maniac. Finally he took me to a room titled ‘conversation’. A joke popped up but I rather gulped it. The room was a brilliant red. There was a long table in the centre of the room with chairs on either side with a ‘MD’ carved in it using the spaces of the back rest. It obviously stood for ‘Music and Drake’. No more side talks we got into the real discussion. I asked him, ”where did you come by the tune”. In an answer he flashed his badge of ‘Dr. Drake’ towards me. I realized he was the doctor the tune went for inspection after the gruesome murder. What he showed then is something I can’t believe myself till now. He had inspected the tune he handed me the file which contained the inspection and it said: