Chapter 17 - Looking In The Wrong Place (2/2)

He had been following the recent killings from the beginning and he had spent many sleepless nights flipping through the files.

The latest victim was a nurse that had been killed 3 days ago and tomorrow was the last day of March. He knew his time was running out, but he couldn't piece the clues together.

That morning, when he arrived at the police station, the police chief called him to his office and gave him a list of 5 suspects, ”Do a background check on these 5 doctors. See if they are tied to the victims in any way.”

The detective looked at the list curiously. Where did the chief get these names from?

But, even though he was curious, he did not question the chief and immediately started looking into the doctors. They were all from the emergency ward of PUH, the same place where the recent victim worked. ”I guess it makes sense,” he thought.

However, just as things were beginning to make sense. The chief suddenly came out after lunch and told him to go question the mother of the first victim again.

”Go check if the victim was linked to any of the doctors at the emergency ward of PUH. We need to double check that we are heading down the right track.”

So, that's how he ended up standing outside the apartment of the first victim.

He walked up to the door and started knocking.

It took a while, but an old lady finally answered the door.

As soon as she saw the detective, her eyes got teary. She recognized him. He had questioned her on the day of her daughter's death. ”What are you doing here? Haven't you asked enough?” she m.o.a.ned.

”I'm sorry, but can I have a bit of time to speak to you?”

”I've already told you everything, but you still haven't found my daughter's killer. I don't want to speak to you, I just want this to be over!”

The old lady tried to close the door, but the detective quickly stopped her. ”I just want to ask if your daughter knew a doctor from the emergency ward of Peking University Hospital.”

”That hospital's far from here, neither my daughter nor I have ever gone near there. Now go!” the old lady cried.

Just before the door closed, the detective slipped in a business card, ”Think it over carefully. Call me if you remember anything else.”