Chapter Five: Pieces Of Evidence
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Dr. Daniel opened the wardrobe and checked the curtains, but couldn’t find her. He didn’t even think about the bathroom.
Then he started hearing sounds of water, as though someone was using the shower at the bathroom.
“Oh… She can’t hear me because of the water.” He said in relief.
Ivy was hearing everything, but she decided to stay mute.
“Doc, the director wants to see you.” A nurse said to Dr. Daniel.
He left the room and closed the door, so Ivy could have some privacy. Ivy groaned in the bathroom, “Why did he leave? I should have answered him.”
She was done taking her bath, so she came out of the bathroom in a white towel and a shower cap. She noticed something on the side table, looking like a folded white handkerchief. Well that was what it was. She went closer and gently picked it up. It had tiny dried blood stains on some parts and it had a label: D.H.T.
She immediately figured that the abbreviation had the same initials as the doctor’s name, Daniel H. Tim. That was the name on his chest pocket. Her mind was blown.
She decided to put on her clothes before trying to figure out what to do next. While she bent her head down to rub her legs with her body oil, she saw something again: an empty syringe cap, the one used for micro injections.
“No.. no this can’t be.” She grabbed her phone, took a picture of both items, tied them carefully and slid it into her handbag. Her pulse quickened again, her chest tightened. Every part of her screamed to leave that room.
She wore her clothes as fast as she could. Then she approached the door. Before she could turn the handle, she heard a knock.
“Ivy?” It was Dr. Daniel’s voice again
She got more scared. “Yes?” She ran and kept her bag at the back of her bed.
“I forgot my pen in your room.” He said calmly.
She swallowed saliva. “It’s not here.”
“You sound scared, detective.” He said softly.
She leaned her back against the door. “I… I’m fine.”
There was silence again. Then footsteps faded away from the corridor.
Ivy sat on the bed and she was trembling. The doctor she believed in, might not be who she thought he was. He had access to every patient, every syringe, every chemical.
She pulled out that syringe again from her bag. It was the same micro-dose cap used in the murder cases. The poisonous injections through precise veins. The same precision that made everyone believe a doctor was behind it. She decided to call Davis.
“Hello Davis, I need you in my room now, please. Something came up.”
“I’ll be right there shortly.” Davis replied.
She waited patiently for about two hours, thirty minutes. “What’s taking him so long?” Then she got a knock at the door.
“Come in.” She ordered in relief.
Who she saw, was not who she was expecting. She froze, as she climbed on the bed, moving backwards, with her shoes on her feet.
“Doc… Doctor Daniel, it’s you?”
“You’re scared? Why are you scared?” He asked her, walking closer and closer towards her bed.
Then Davis bashed into the room and saw them. Their reactions seemed weird.
“I’ll excuse you both.” Dr. Daniel mutters and leaves the room for Davis and Ivy.
“What happened? Why the weird change in attitude?” Davis asked eagerly.
Ivy ran towards the door and locked it with the key. “ I need you to see something."
Her voice was lower than usual, like she had been screaming inside herself. She pulled out the paper containing the handkerchief and the micro syringe.
Davis frowned. “What are these? Who do they belong to?”
“You won’t believe this. They belong to Dr. Daniel H. Tim. These letters on the handkerchief are the initials of his name.” She answered.
“But how did you get them?” He asked, carefully holding the syringe cap.
She stood up from the bed, placing her palm on her forehead. “He entered my room while I was having my bath. They probably fell off when he was leaving the room. He didn’t notice.”
“Ivy, that’s a serious allegation.” Davis said to her. “Dr Daniel is a certified medical doctor with no history of anything shady. You might just be overreacting.”
“I’m not over reacting,” she contradicted. “Okay, think about it, the neurotoxins we found in those victims, someone with precise medical knowledge was using it. Someone who knows veins, dosage, and timing. Can you explain that? How do you also explain these very tiny blood stains on his handkerchief? Think hard, Davis. When a micro-syringe is injected into the body, a very tiny amount of blood oozes out. This is very clear.”
Davis sighed, rubbing his forehead. "Okay, let's say he's involved. You've got nothing concrete yet. A handkerchief and a syringe cap won't hold in court."
Ivy rolled her eyes. “At least, we’ve got something for a start. We now know where to put in more time and effort for investigation.”
Davis shook his head slowly. "Fine. I'll look into him quietly. But please don't confront him yet."
“I don’t plan to,” she said.
He handed her a bottle of water. “Drink some water. You look like you’re about to collapse again.”
She forced a smile and looked at Davis. “Thank you Davis. Thank you for taking care of me today.”
Davis smiled at her. “Youre welcome, Harper, but you’ll have to pay me for the premium babygirl treatment, once you’re out of here.
They both laughed and kept on chatting casually, but Ivy’s mind was not at peace. She kept thinking about that man who looked too kind to be a monster.
Her phone buzzed suddenly, inside her handbag. She reached for it lazily then she saw the caller ID.
It was Ethan.
She picked it up immediately. "Hey"
His voice came through, trembling and breathless.
"Ivy, you need to come home. Gift is having an asthma attack. It's bad this time."
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