Chapter 283: Chapter 283
Chapter 283
~Lucy is wanted~
He wasn’t killed. He wasn’t poisoned. He had excess dosage of drugs which blocked the flow of blood to his heart and deprived him of the available oxygen,” the medical doctor said, raised the hand of the oldie to check if there was any pulse.
The hotel staff had phoned the sons of the oldie once they discovered his corpse hours later when the hotel cleaner came to fix the room. And his sons writhed in pain, invited their family doctor over for prompt autopsy.
The medical doctor threw a gaze upon the two sons, “After last diagnosis I warned you people to stop your father from intake of drugs. What happened?” he asked angrily now, as the pool of blood that had already thickened on the floor hurt him so much.
The eldest son gnashed his teeth. Since he drove down to the scene he had squatted to the corpse of his father, shot his pitiable face at his father as heavy surge of tears ran down his cheeks. He kept a still stare at his father and started sobbing uncontrollably.
The doctor was about to speak further when a party of detective walked in and interrupted him…
“Good day!” they exchanged pleasantries with one another except for the eldest son who was still squatting and staring at his father. The police detective walked straight to the corpse, glared at it, dimmed his eyes at the cold, drawn, stiffened face of the oldie before looking around to see the stick of cigar lying careless on the floor. With his hand covered with gloves, he picked it threw a menacing stare at it, a closer stare and caught sight of the red lips gloss that wound round the cigar.
“He was with a woman, probably a prostitute,” the detective sounded staring at his other son who was also all tears but controllably than the other. He struggled to keep bold as the detective said further. “I requested for the camera footage of the room and the hotel is willingly to be helpful.” He cast an inspective stare at the doctor. “Do you have any contradictory observation, doctor?” he demanded and tossed the cigar into a bag for further investigation.
“Yeah! I believe the prostitute didn’t kill him literally. Obviously they were having sex when the incident occurred or they were done with a round. But observation and with the drugs we met…?”
He was interrupted by the detective, “Drugs?” he inquired suspiciously, “Where is it?” he demanded and when the doctor pointed to a bag on the floor, he drifted and peered into the bag. “Does your father do drugs?” he asked the other son, who had been squatting all this while and he shook his head, “Then obviously he was killed by the whore or the whore is an accomplice, who supplies the drugs.”
The doctor sounded interestingly and dug out a pack of mixed chemicals containing the blood sample he collected from the corpse. “Here with me is a preliminary test I conducted on the victim and it shows excess dosage of cocaine, which he had been accommodating from time immemorial. What just happened to him is a strike of death emanating from previous and continuous consumption,” the doctor stated , shaking the chemical.
The police was glaring around when he caught sight of the oldies phone. He got hold of it and started scrolling through, beholding concurrent phone calls and received calls from Lucy and then the last message, the oldie sent to her applauding her of the quality of drugs she supplied him.
“Who is Lucy?” the detective demanded sharing a stare across them and then he read the message:
Good Drugs. Can’t Stop Sniffing Through”
“This is the last message your father sent to Lucy. And from all indication this very Lucy is the major supplier of drugs to your father,” he said and scrolled further to see more of the conversation the oldie had with Lucy before he died.”
Through gnashed teeth the eldest son said, “I can’t wait to see this asshole Lucy. I am going to take legal action against her ass. I will make sure she spends the rest of her miserable life in jail and afterwards, she would be killed by the hangman. She must pay! She…oh God!” he couldn’t complete his words as he broke down in tears, sobbing so greatly that the doctor drifted to his side to nurse him.
“Perk up OK. We are on this,” the doctor said rubbing and patting his shoulders as he wailed on.
“Gentle men,” the police detective said softly grinned and glared around the room for more facts, “I would have loved to stay back and mourn your father but more work keeps pulling me back, especially the death of your father. With this involving drugs it means we have more work to do. Lucy is wanted and right now we have to gather all the available evidence we would use to nail her,” he said had a handshake with the doctor and patted the shoulders of the two sons, who had definitely lost interests in life or any of life’s event.
The medical doctor squatted to the corpse to collect a few sample of the blood on the floor.
“I need to ascertain the quantity of drugs he had before his death. If we are going to fight and nail Lucy we need all the facts and figures. Alright,” the doctor finally said after collecting his last sample, “I got to go back to the hospital. You will hear from me tomorrow, OK. Lucy must be nailed,” he said and rubbed the other son on the shoulders. “You need to perk up. Do have a nice day,” he said and left.
The other son who was busy scrolling down his father’s phone was only sniffing now but as the eldest son, who had been squatting, his wailing just begun, he had loved his father so much that he promised to host him to a world tour on a private jet before his demise. He felt very pained and gritted his teeth at the thought of what he would do against Lucy.
“Hello barrister, I need to see you in my office. A bitch called Lucy just murdered my father…” he was speaking into his phone while the other brother wailed on..
Trouble ahead…