Chapter 17: Taxidermist
Levi stared at the computer monitor inside Sam’s Lab, fingerprints flashing one after another. He was waiting for her to finish her monthly meeting in the Conference room of Guy’s Hospital with other Department Heads.
How long? He sent a text.
Sam’s phone pinged for the 5th time in 10 minutes, it was Levi. She mentally rolled her eyes, he was so impatient, always on the run.
Her Colleagues, a group of 7 men, all in suits, ages between their ’40s to late 50’s sent her curious looks. They have noticed the continuous beeping of her phone interrupting the meeting every time it sounded. She made the mistake of not putting it on silent after his first text. I shouldn’t have underestimated how annoyingly persistent he could be, she mentally sighed.
Her fellow Directors have also noticed the change in her since rumors of her ’closeness’ to the infamous private detective a month ago circulated. She was quieter, in a way that loud music was no longer heard in her laboratory as much as before.
"Mr. Jackson?" Dr. Johnson The Head of Oncology whispered to her, which she smiled apologetically at, subtly putting her mobile in Silent. 5 minutes later the meeting was wrapped up, and Sam made a beeline towards her lab, typing as she walked.
On my way, you cad.
When she reached the 8th floor, she could see Levi standing outside of her Lab, holding her red jacket. She grabbed it and they proceeded towards the parking lot.
"What’s the rush?" Sam asked the blond psychologist, annoyed. "They have a name. I thought you’d like to witness the arrest after all your hard work." Levi replied, moving ahead of her. She quickened her pace and followed behind him with a smile on her face, excited. After 2 weeks of staying up late with Levi and Marco, to figure out the killer. They have finally found a solid lead. Unfortunately, from another body, found, in the same manner, a week ago, after Sasha VanDerBeek. This time, the killer made a mistake, he/she left a mark, a trace of drugs that could temporarily paralyze the victims, rare paralyzing anesthesia that kept the victims incapable of moving or speaking--yet their minds remained intact. While he took his time terrorizing each victim.
Marco, Levi, and Sam stood watching as Davies cuffed the suspect. It was a brown-haired man named Ryan Sheeran, 45 years old, a taxidermist.