Chapter 10

To me, you're nothing but a pawn and a fuckable one at that too! Haha! So mind your own business and be a good girl, okay? Love you(｡♡‿♡｡)>

"Wait a minute, he sent this?" Dr Richard asks in a mix of surprise and anger as he takes off his glasses only to see tears rolling down her cheeks. "Oh my god, baby," he says as he gets up and hugs her.

"I'll make sure he pays for this" he assures her as she sobs on his shoulder. Just then,.....

"Knock! Knock! Knock!" They hear a knock on the door.

"Who the hell is that?!" Dr Richard answers angrily.

"It's me sir" a female voice answers. Recognizing his secretary's voice, he lets her come in. She takes a bow as she walks in.

"What is it?" He asks, "and it better be important," he says.

"There's something you have to see sir," she says as she turns on the huge TV on the wall and moves to a certain channel. "Here it sir," she says as she turns up the volume.

".........our news correspondent will take it from here.........."

"Thank you, Michael. Right now, we are at the scene of the crime, and as you can see the police are all over the place. This is the mansion of Dr Antonio Roberts who was brutally murdered last night by an unknown gunman. Neighbors told the police that they had heard multiple gunshots last night from the deceased doctor's house but no one seemed to have gotten a visual of the assailant............ Police reports confirm that the doctor was not killed by a bullet as the neighbors' accounts would suggest but was drowned in his pool. His body was found headless and autopsy reports show that his vitals had been removed professionally. It is speculated that this must have been done by a skilled surgeon...."

"Turn that thing off!" Dr Richard yells as Emily stares in shock at the TV, tears trickling down her cheeks. "Get out of here" he orders the secretary as he wraps his arms around Emily. Nodding, the secretary takes a bow before walking out of the office.

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      At the scene of the crime, the police can be seen investigating with yellow, black striped Do not cross lines marking out the crime scene. The forensics team dressed in white coveralls investigate the headless, tightly bound body. Camera shutter sounds saturate the air as clues are being sought from every nook and cranny of the house.

A young detective walks up to the designated area where the corpse is being analyzed. Showing the police guarding the entrance to his barge, they let him in. He walks up to the Chief of the forensics team.

"Hello, good sir!" He greets loudly, waving as he walks up to the chief, who shakes his head in frustration, smacking his palm against his forehead.

"Dammit Lewis! What the hell did I tell you about yelling at crime scenes?" The chief reprimands him.

"Oh sorry," he says with an awkward chuckle as he scratches the back of his head, "Perks of being an extrovert" he adds. "Anyway, what have we here?" He asks as he walks out on the chief and over to the corpse. Squatting beside the corpse, he nods his head as he takes a glance at the body.

"Must have been a vengeful attack" he says as he stands up and places his hands on his hips while staring down at the body.

"I thought so myself" the chief responds as he walks up to him from behind and stares at the body.

"Did you find any clues as to who the killer might be or what they might look like?" Lewis asks as he turns his head to face him.

"Nothing yet" he responds, "but we're currently working on it," he says.

"Hmmmm" Lewis hums as he slowly walks around. He walks into the living room, the chief following behind him.

"He was killed outside the house," the chief says as Lewis halts, staring intently at the floor.

"Of course, but he was shot here first," he says as he points to the trail of dried blood across the floor. Before the chief has the time to say anything, he immediately heads for the stairs.

"Lewis!" He calls out in a whispery voice, but he ignores it.

Lewis walks through the corridor, observing faint markings of dried sweat on the marble floor as he moves. He sees a room, whose door is partially opened and then walks in. Observing the room at a glance, he realizes that this is the doctor's room. He looks around, spotting the nightstand whose drawer was open exposing a gun magazine and a couple of cartridges. Nodding, he slowly turns his attention to the dried footprints on the floor leading out of the bathroom.

Pushing the bathroom door open, he takes a glance around and then walks in. He observes the lather-made outline of someone's elbows resting on the edge. His eyes search around for anything out of the ordinary and then suddenly he sees the huge mirror behind the row of gold-plated sinks.

"Lewis?" The chief calls as he walks in, "Oh there you are. Any clues yet?" He asks as he watches him stare at the mirror.

"Get me powder," Lewis says. The chief, not knowing why, glances around for powder. After all, this is a fancy bathroom. There's got to be some powder somewhere. Opening cabinets at random, he sees one filled with medicine and by the side, there's a can of powder. He brings it out and hands it over to Lewis, who then opens it and putting some in his palm, blows the powder at the mirror. The powder settles and a writing suddenly appears on the mirror.

"Doctor Ricardus me.. fecite...facere" the chief reads out almost unintelligibly, "What's that supposed to mean?" he asks, his eyebrows arched upwards in confusion.

"It's Latin and I think we've got ourselves a suspect," Lewis says with a smirk on his face, while the chief stares at him perplexed.