Chapter 118: A Panic
"I think you need to start investigating along these lines, detective." Demetri instructed the man by her side. Demetri could not help but frown as he wondered what it was they were missing. They’d already guessed that Lara Anderson was behind the attacks that had happened on Nora but still could not find the missing link that would connect her to the crimes. He needed those links to finish off what that woman had started.
Just as the detective was about to say something, Demetri’s phone started to ring. Frowning, he looked at the screen, ready to decline the call when he glanced at the name. Waving for the detective to leave, he answered the call hurriedly. "Doctor?"
Doctor Mills gulped when he heard the voice on the other side as beads of sweat gathered on his forehead. He’d been thinking for a while on how to answer the phone but no amount of practice could protect him from the storm that was going to come their way.
"Something’s happened. Please, come to the medical centre right away," he stammered, his voice betraying panic.
Silence filled the phone line for a moment, broken only by Demetri’s sharp intake of breath. His heart raced, and a lump formed in his throat. "What happened?" he demanded, the panic in his voice mirroring the doctors’ urgency. He’d already prepared for the worst, he reminded himself, however, the doctor would have directly told him that...if Erasmi had... left the world...
The air hung heavy with anxiety and yet the doctor said nothing. Worrying that his fears had come true, "I’m on my way," he declared, the gravity of the situation cutting through any other thoughts as he raced out of the building.
Behind the wheel, Demetri’s hands gripped the steering wheel with intensity, his mind racing with worry. He weaved through traffic, glancing at the clock, every second ticking louder in his mind as he wondered what could have happened.
On the one hand, he prayed that Erasmi had really passed on to the other life and ended the suffering. On the other, he knew that if Erasmi was really no longer in this world then he would definitely know by instinct. They were two halves of a whole, how could he not know?
Demetri screeched into the medical centre’s parking lot, the abrupt halt jolting him forward. Ignoring the still-running engine, he flung the car door open, the metal clanging against the frame. With long strides, he sprinted towards the entrance, his heart pounding in sync with each step. Panic etched across his face, he disregarded the automatic doors, pushing them open with urgency.
Spotting the doctor in a nearby consultation room, he stormed in, his eyes locked onto the man. "Dr. Mills!" he barked, his voice strained with a mix of fear and frustration.
The doctor, visibly startled, turned towards Demetri. He had not expected the man to reach so soon. It usually took at least a couple of hours to reach the medical centre from the city during the evening rush hour...
"Mr. Frost, I—" he began, attempting to explain as Demetri cut in sharply.