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The other side of the moon-2
Ch-2
Slow pilgrimage
The sun said 4 of afternoon. Morris strolled down the bi-colored footpath, frequently kicking at some pebbles. The fluffy autumn clouds leisurely drifted overhead. The busy road rushed towards the distant horizon but Morris turned towards the right alley. He aberrantly paced down the tarmac without even noticing the truck driver who howled at him. Modest houses populated the locality giving it an urban feel. Some balconies hovered over the street, making particular places impenetrable for the decaying sun. The tortuous road led him to a banner which claimed the inscription ‘_ park’.
The park was lined with an ornate balustrade along which several wild violets fluttered in the wind. A pinkish pavement ran along its boundary, ambled down by people of all age groups . It was further adorned with see-saws, swings and merry-go-rounds . A subtle pond at the leftmost corner added to its scenic beauty.
Morris collapsed into a two-seater swing with a nonchalant expression plastered across his time-eroded face.
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Arthur waded through the grass when the unanticipated sight of a wan figure made a muscle jump his skinny jaw. It was the same Dr. Morris who had been honoured by the ‘best doctor of the city' award. He had seen the same constellation-blue eyes and the Pan-Am smile printed on the newspaper. The newspaper picture could by no means compete with his original elegance, thought Arthur. But through his probing eyes Arthur could only see a camouflaged virtuoso of inconspicuous crime. He briskly approached the medical personage to solidify his belief beyond the shadow of a doubt.
“Excuse me sir, are you Dr Morris of the city hospital?”
“Yes Inspector Cullen, If I am not driven crazy then I’m Morris of the city hospital.”
“How on earth do you know me?.” He equired.
“Just like the way you got to know that I was the The grim reaper, hunting during these ‘18’years. “ he put special resonance on the numerical.
“Oh come on, the newspapers do have the right to increase their TRP.”
“But they can’t do so by adding one extra year to my criminal record.” He groaned.
“Well, how much do you know about me?”
“Nothing much serious but the fact that you are an undercover cop of 25, your father died when you were two and you mother died some five years ago, leaving the house at parker street to you.”
Arthur stretched his fatigued leg. Morris was looking at him as he spoke and on seeing the signs of exhaustion on his face, Morris offered him the seat beside himself. Arthur denied at first but on the second time he acquiesced.
“You thought, mixing belladonna berries between normal ones would help you?” Arthur asked portentously, shaking his head.
“Which case are you talking about ?”
“Your latest one, the sunset cafeteria murder.” he sighed.
“It isn’t my latest one.” Morris nodded in denial.
“What? You recently did some… ?”
“You look amused?” his upper half faced Arthur.
“Why shouldn’t I be? I keep a good record of all your crimes. And after all your victims are always marked with ‘The grim reaper’s prey’. “
“Oh, sorry. Actually this time I didn’t mark them. You see it was my hospital and the mark could have added all the hospital staffs in the suspect list, which I didn’t want. “
“How did you kill them?”Arthur felt his curiosity rising.
“Potassium Chloride, it's fast and not easily recognizable during autopsy, and will apparently resemble a heart attack . Unfortunately my colleague suspected the abnormality but was unsuccessful in finding the poison. Poison's are just his hobby. He has no particular knowledge about them.”
“Seriously, your hospital is so naïve that they don’t suspect three simultaneous heart attacks? “
“Who said there were three heart attacks? I poisoned one of them as he had no natural alternative but the others had.”
"Why don't they suspect you? "
"How would they?The hospital doesn't even have cameras and it was late at night, so the majority of the hospital staff were absent. They aren't even aware that I went into that room."
Arthur pursed his lips in disdain. A single...
Slow pilgrimage
The sun said 4 of afternoon. Morris strolled down the bi-colored footpath, frequently kicking at some pebbles. The fluffy autumn clouds leisurely drifted overhead. The busy road rushed towards the distant horizon but Morris turned towards the right alley. He aberrantly paced down the tarmac without even noticing the truck driver who howled at him. Modest houses populated the locality giving it an urban feel. Some balconies hovered over the street, making particular places impenetrable for the decaying sun. The tortuous road led him to a banner which claimed the inscription ‘_ park’.
The park was lined with an ornate balustrade along which several wild violets fluttered in the wind. A pinkish pavement ran along its boundary, ambled down by people of all age groups . It was further adorned with see-saws, swings and merry-go-rounds . A subtle pond at the leftmost corner added to its scenic beauty.
Morris collapsed into a two-seater swing with a nonchalant expression plastered across his time-eroded face.
***********::::::::::::*********
Arthur waded through the grass when the unanticipated sight of a wan figure made a muscle jump his skinny jaw. It was the same Dr. Morris who had been honoured by the ‘best doctor of the city' award. He had seen the same constellation-blue eyes and the Pan-Am smile printed on the newspaper. The newspaper picture could by no means compete with his original elegance, thought Arthur. But through his probing eyes Arthur could only see a camouflaged virtuoso of inconspicuous crime. He briskly approached the medical personage to solidify his belief beyond the shadow of a doubt.
“Excuse me sir, are you Dr Morris of the city hospital?”
“Yes Inspector Cullen, If I am not driven crazy then I’m Morris of the city hospital.”
“How on earth do you know me?.” He equired.
“Just like the way you got to know that I was the The grim reaper, hunting during these ‘18’years. “ he put special resonance on the numerical.
“Oh come on, the newspapers do have the right to increase their TRP.”
“But they can’t do so by adding one extra year to my criminal record.” He groaned.
“Well, how much do you know about me?”
“Nothing much serious but the fact that you are an undercover cop of 25, your father died when you were two and you mother died some five years ago, leaving the house at parker street to you.”
Arthur stretched his fatigued leg. Morris was looking at him as he spoke and on seeing the signs of exhaustion on his face, Morris offered him the seat beside himself. Arthur denied at first but on the second time he acquiesced.
“You thought, mixing belladonna berries between normal ones would help you?” Arthur asked portentously, shaking his head.
“Which case are you talking about ?”
“Your latest one, the sunset cafeteria murder.” he sighed.
“It isn’t my latest one.” Morris nodded in denial.
“What? You recently did some… ?”
“You look amused?” his upper half faced Arthur.
“Why shouldn’t I be? I keep a good record of all your crimes. And after all your victims are always marked with ‘The grim reaper’s prey’. “
“Oh, sorry. Actually this time I didn’t mark them. You see it was my hospital and the mark could have added all the hospital staffs in the suspect list, which I didn’t want. “
“How did you kill them?”Arthur felt his curiosity rising.
“Potassium Chloride, it's fast and not easily recognizable during autopsy, and will apparently resemble a heart attack . Unfortunately my colleague suspected the abnormality but was unsuccessful in finding the poison. Poison's are just his hobby. He has no particular knowledge about them.”
“Seriously, your hospital is so naïve that they don’t suspect three simultaneous heart attacks? “
“Who said there were three heart attacks? I poisoned one of them as he had no natural alternative but the others had.”
"Why don't they suspect you? "
"How would they?The hospital doesn't even have cameras and it was late at night, so the majority of the hospital staff were absent. They aren't even aware that I went into that room."
Arthur pursed his lips in disdain. A single...
