Deep Secrets

Episode 3

Leroy was skimming through the list of
staff at hotel de la crème, where he had
shot Eve and Stanley, hoping to find the
boy who had seen him in the hallway
when the mystery lady called him to inform
him that Eve and Stanley might still be alive.

He had to call off his search for the
concierge. He was happy he won’t be
focusing on the boy. Somehow he felt
strongly it was wrong to shoot the boy, he
was just doing his job. Leroy had done
worse though, but somehow he felt the
boy should live. Shooting a couple on their
wedding day was not a problem for him,
and going back to a hospital to finish them
off, if they were alive as was rumoured,
did not bug his conscience a bit. He stood
up from his reading table to garb himself
in a fake police uniform; with the uniform
gaining entry into Briggs Clinic won’t be a
problem. His sense of dressing was top
class, he had paid an Indonesian trained
tailor in Aba to make the police uniform for
him. The outfit had a fitting look on him,
giving him a seductive appeal. His well
toned chest and biceps were well
emphasized in the clothe. He stood before
the mirror and admired himself as his
adrenalin shot high. He had a queer
mannerism; he was in love with his fine
looks and sometimes would get sexually
turned on just by looking at himself in the
mirror.

Pointing two fingers to the right side of
his head like a gun, he pretended to shoot
himself, making a gunshot sound with his
mouth. With his mind having momentarily
shifted to s-x, he picked his phone and
called one of the ladies whom he regularly
paid well to have that need of his taken
care of. The lady did not pick up his call. He
got angry; acting like his feet were
unsteady on the floor, showing the
paranoid side of him. Breathing like his
chest was going to burst out of him, he
yelled, “Who the hell is with my b—h by
this time of the night! I pay her well to
keep booty for me!” He had to dial her
number again. This time the lady picked
up, “Hello Leroy…” “Don’t you hello me s–t!
Who the hell are you giving your booty
right now?!” “What did you just call me
Leroy?” “You are a bitchy s–t!! Who is
f***ing you right now?!” The lady who
had just woken up from sleep was
shocked and angry at the words Leroy
shot at her. “You know what Leroy, I am
done with you! There are men who can
pay better than what you give me. I don’t
deserve this insult!” She dropped the call.
Leroy quickly called back, vibrating in
anger from head to toes. While he waited
for her to pick up, he pulled out his gun,
kept it on the table and began to caress it
amorously, hoping she was close enough
for him to blow her brains out.

The lady didn’t pick up. In anger he lifted
one of the sofas next to him and broke it
on the floor. Still shaking in anger, he went
into his wardrobe and removed a medium-
sized briefcase. He opened it, took a deep
breath to calm himself and studied its
contents. The briefcase contained his work
tools. In it were handguns, a poison case,
silver-coated military grade knife, bullet
cases and hand gloves. Swiftly he closed
the briefcase, took it and went back to
look at himself before the mirror before
leaving for Briggs Clinic.
5: 15 am, Briggs Clinic
In front of the clinic, a brand new, yellow
Nissan car pulled up – a taxi. With affecting
panache, Leroy stepped out of the taxi
holding his briefcase and looking every
inch the nicest police officer in the city.
When he got to the gate he flashed his
fake police ID card and the security men
allowed him in. When he moved into the
hospital premises, the squad of policemen
inside stopped him and asked who he
was. Calm like an angel on duty, he gave
them his ID card and dropped the name of
one of the city’s top police chiefs. “Two
hours ago, we intercepted a call which we
believe to have originated from this
hospital. Someone in here is working with
whoever shot the couple who are being
treated in this hospital,” Leroy said
presenting his lies impeccably. “Why were
we not told about this and why are you
here alone?” the officer in charge of the
squad at the hospital asked him. “You
were not told because everyone in this
hospital is a suspect, including you and
your men. I am alone because we don’t
want to spook out whoever made that call.

I have to ask some of the doctors a few
questions. Don’t worry I won’t get in your
way, my job here is investigative.” The
officer looked at him curiously and asked,
“What do you have in that briefcase?”
Leroy opened it before answering him, “My
work tools.” The guns, bullets and knife
were gone. There was only a stack of
papers and biros. However, under the
stack of papers in briefcase were his real
work tools.

“I don’t trust you and for that I am going
to let you go in with one of my men,” said
the officer. “That is fine by me. If you didn’t
say that I would have thought you don’t
know your job,” Leroy said with a tinge of
humour and the two of them laughed.

The officer sent one of his men to accompany
Leroy into the hospital. In the emergency
ward unit, Eve and Stanley were under the
watchful eyes of three doctors. They had
begun to twitch their hands and legs and
breathe fine. Long hours of harrowing
medical surgeries had snatched their lives
from the jaws of death. When Leroy and
the police officer asked to accompany him
entered the hospital reception, Leroy
stealthily loosened his gun holster. In the
holster was the same gun with which he
shot Eve and Stanley earlier at hotel de la
crème.

At the desk in the reception were two
nurses. When they saw Leroy and the
other police officer enter the reception,
their eyes instinctively fell on Leroy’s chest
and biceps and somehow stayed glued on
them. Leroy smiled at them and they
moved uncertainly as if unsure of
themselves. “I am with the police homicide
unit, I would like to have a word with any
of the doctors present concerning a case
we are working on,” Leroy said, still
smiling at the nurses. One of the nurses
hopped off the stool she was sitting on
and said, “Okay sir; let me go get a doctor
for you.” “What are you doing? We don’t
have any doctors around at the moment,”
the other nurse countered. The nurse who
was already on her way to call a doctor
swung around, put her two hands on her
head and exclaimed, “Oh my God! I actually
forgot!” “Sir I guess you have to leave your
message with us or come back later,” said
the nurse who sat still on her stool. Leroy
smiled and thought about his next move.

He did not believe the nurses that the
doctors were not around in the hospital.

The nurses had been instructed to keep
the presence of the three doctors looking
after Eve and Stanley secret.

“I guess I have to come back later then,”
Leroy said. He had worked out a new
strategy to get past the nurses and shake
off the police officer sent to keep an eye
on him. “Where is your restroom, I am
hard pressed?” Leroy asked pretending he
had need to use the restroom. “It is that
way; I can walk you to it,” said the nurse
who had jumped off her seat to for fetch
one of the doctors. “That will be nice,” said
Leroy. “Don’t worry nurse; I will walk him
to the restroom. I know where it is,”
volunteered the police officer asked keep
an eye on Leroy. At the restroom, the police
officer stood outside while Leroy went
inside to ease himself. Inside the restroom,
Leroy quickly attached a silencer device on
the barrel of his gun. The officer was lost
in thought when Leroy jumped out of the
restroom and pumped a bullet into his
skull, a blood splash staining the wall next
to him. Due to the silencer device, no
gunshot was heard as the police officer
went down in a heap. Leroy quickly
dragged him into the restroom and shut
him in. Removing his handkerchief he
hurriedly tried to wipe the blood stain on
the wall.

There were many doors close to the
restroom; Leroy had to try if any of them
led to the medical wards. He knew it won’t
be hard to find the wards pretending as a
police officer. He pushed one of the doors
open and found the room led to nowhere.

Moving farther away from the restrooms,
he tried another door, there were two
nurses in the room sleeping. This time,
there was another door in the room
leading to some place. He quietly walked
through the room and went out through
the other door. On the other side, he met a
hallway and there was no one in it. He kept
walking with his eyes fixed on the doors
both sides of the hallway. Back at the
reception, the nurses were beginning to
wonder what was keeping the police
officers. The nurse who had offered to
walk Leroy to the restroom decided to go
find out what was keeping them. A few
steps away from her colleague, she turned
and said, “I hope the officers are not doing
themselves when we are here burning for
a man.” “You are too spoilt, I don’t
remember telling you I am burning for a
man,” her colleague replied smiling guiltily.

“Well since you are not burning, I guess I
will have to s£duce the two of them and
have them alone,” said the nurse as she
quickened her pace toward the restrooms.

Far toward the end of the hallway, Leroy
found a sign pointing to the wards. He
smiled and rested his hand on his gun
while clutching his briefcase firmly.

Back at the restroom, the nurse had seen blood on the wall and a bloody trail on the floor. Her
heart was frozen with fear as she took
steps closer to the male rest room. When
she tried the door, it won’t open. So she
moved back a bit and kicked the door.
When it swung wide open, it revealed a
police officer in a pool of blood. Shrieking
as loud as a terrified woman could, she
sped off; at the reception she did not stop
to tell her friend what she had seen. She
went straight outside and told the police
officers, amid broken cries, what she had
seen at the restroom. The policemen
surged into the hospital, fanning out in
groups into every part of the hospital.

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Question: Why are most nurses always
spoilt? Lol you guys know what i mean.
Leroy seems to be a proffessional, will he
get caught?