Murderer

CHAPTER 39 - Toxic Coffee (Revised)

Adi Hutabarat entered the house with a sour face. He immediately dropped himself on the sofa, Citra and Rita followed the head of the Hutabarat household inside.

Seeing Adi's face so angry, Citra did not dare to look at her adoptive father.

With eyes filled with emotion and a tone that clearly contained anger, Adi asked, "Why was your attitude so disrespectful to Evelyn earlier?"

Imaged speech. He just tapped his feet on the floor. "Isn't he so weird? He's kind of obsessed with perfection, order and uniformity!"

Seeing the tense atmosphere between the father and son, Rita immediately interceded. "Rest there! Tomorrow morning you must accompany Chris to see the apartment."

The woman who is usually sad at the police station can only obey the orders of the mother. He went into the room, then replaced the pink dress with a black oversize plain shirt and a training.

He is unable and does not want to rest tonight. The image of sitting in his work chair, the file about the homeless murder he read again. Visum reports and also some photos of the location of the incident that he had repeatedly seen, still did not make him find a clue.

While he was deep in thought about the case, the phone on the nightstand rang.

The image got up and grabbed the phone. He immediately answered the call when he saw Haris' name on the screen.

"Ha—halo, commander, there are more bodies .. there are homeless bodies found again!" said Haris with a loud breath.

"Where?"

Haris whose breathing has begun to regularly give the address of the TKP. "Tunnel is a former railway project, which we've been to."

Without a second thought Citra grabbed the parka jacket hanging behind the door. He didn't even change his training and t-shirts. In a hurry he left without caring about the cries of his parents in the living room.

Rita and Adi exchanged looks. "Where'd the kid go these nights?" muttered Adi while staring questioningly at his wife. The woman could only shake her shoulders.

His Rush engine roared the sign of the owner driving the vehicle quickly. Citra wants to arrive at TKP immediately. He did not even care about the slippery road because of the heavy rain that night.

Drawing the image of zippers and wearing his hoodie jacket, he even forgot to bring a raincoat and umbrella. His feet stepped on the wet ground and were quite slippery if he only used the house slippers he was wearing today.

The air that night was quite cold. Moreover, Citra only wore home training, Haris who saw his commander from a distance, immediately ran and patrolled Citra.

Citra's hand clenched her chest. Rianti, the beautiful forensic doctor clucked in annoyance when he saw her.

He shook his index finger in front of Citra's face. "You do carry the curse of death" he said sharply. "I think I need Bara's presence right now."

The two women looked at each other, Citra could only smile wryly. In fact, Rianti is right, death always follows him. He was even afraid that he would lose a colleague once again.

"Don't daydream!" Rianti reprimanded him while crouching on the side of the body of the man about thirty-eight to forty years old who was stretched stiff lifeless.

"His death was estimated a few hours ago, perhaps he was killed at around five or six in the afternoon. Another homeless man found him hanging at the mouth of a tunnel over there. They both looked towards the end of the dark place.

Imagery looked around the tunnel, some forensic tasks were still busy taking pictures of the scene. As I said, there is nothing strange about this place.

"Do you need some help, Ladies?" The voice of a man suddenly sounded from behind Haris, suddenly making the three of them compactly turn to the origin of the voice earlier.

Rianti's eyes sparkled with pleasure. The image also revealed a big smile to see who appeared at that location. "The coal!"

He rolled his eyes at the two women. He approached, for some reason he crouched down and sniffed the lips of the corpse. Then he looked around like he was looking for something.

"Are there any food wrappers you got among the evidence?" He asked one of the forensic officers who was putting some evidence in a clear plastic bag.

The officer frowned. He again saw clear pockets that already contained various kinds of objects.

His hand then grabbed two plastic bottles filled with empty drinks. One bottle of mineral water and another coffee drink. "If there was no food we could find, but these two bottles of drink lay twenty meters from where the body was hanging."

He took the canteen. Bara had used gloves to take the two bottles back and unscrew them. Then again sniff the bottles the same as he did to the corpse earlier.

Bara's forehead wrinkled, he then returned the evidence to the forensic officer. He then returned to the place where Rianti and Citra seemed to only notice him from a distance. Bara tied some of her hair that began to moult.

He smiled, his eyes glanced at Rianti as he said, "I think, I'll take over my room again."

The happy sparkle is clearly visible in the iris of the turquoise's colored eyes. Rianti embraces his colleague, he punches Bara in the arm.

"It's my pleasure to return your call, welcome home doctor stranger." Rianti bowed gracefully like a princess of the king.

The three of them laughed. Only Haris remained silent and astonished.

Inspector two of these looked at the three people without speaking, he was only inward. They might laugh in this situation. You freak!

"You can take the body to the hospital!" Two officers who put the body in the body bag obeyed Bara's order and closed the zipper yellow bag.

"Do you look around! Never seen anyone rush out of the house?"

Bara melengos, while Haris goes and pretends not to see anything. Rianti could only hold back his laughter. Really tonight they saw a chaotic version of an Image Inspector Deborah Hutabarat.

An hour later, Citra had ignited a roll of nicotine wedged between her fingers in the room. He leaned his body on the chair.

Iris Hazel stared at the ceiling. His mind looked up to the discovery of the corpse earlier. His wet clothes had changed with dry clothes.

His eyes glanced at the wall clock that had pointed at 02.00 in the morning. The deadly image of a cigarette that has not run out half a stick. He then chose to rest for a moment his body and mind.

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The ringing sound of the phone woke up the image. He flailed through the air, until finally his hand managed to grab the flat sailing thing. The eyes of Citra still can not open perfectly, but faintly he saw the name Bara imprinted on the screen.

Image drowsiness disappeared instantly when he found out the crazy doctor was calling. "Hello, why, Bar?" The image of answering his phone was still in a sleepy voice.

"Can you go to the hospital now? Meet me in my room." The sound of the sound sounded very enthusiastic. The image knew very well, if he were like that, there must be something he found.

Still struggling with sleepiness, Citra sees a digital clock on her nightstand. At 05:00 in the morning, but he tried to get up.

It did not take long, Citra was already preparing to leave for Bhayangkara hospital. Her mother came out of the room just as she was heating the engine.

It was with wonder that Rita approached her son. "Where are you going this morning?"

"To Bhayangkara hospital, Ma. I'd like to see a forensic doctor there."

The middle-aged woman shook her head, looking an anxious look on Rita's face. Surely this daughter is dealing with a murder case again.

"You've got another pem— case"

Image cuts off her mother's speech. "I'm leaving first, Ma. Before breakfast I'm back and I have to accompany Chris, right? Love you, Mom."

The rush drove slowly until it disappeared from Rita's sight.

The music of the band Linkin' Park echoed in the corners of the car. He deliberately played rock music to keep his eyes open, the car turned into a 24-hour minimarket. The image of buying a glass of hot coffee and a piece of bread.

Image parked his car in the hospital parking lot, he drank the rest of his coffee and got out of the car. This public hospital is still empty. Her footsteps echoed along the corridor towards Bara's room.

He opened the door of the room. Blank. The image scratched his head in annoyance. "Where's that crazy doctor?"

He closed the room full of piles of paper and instant noodle cups. The image could only shake its head looking at the workspace more precisely like the landfill. He chose to find Bara in the autopsy room.

Sure enough, that guy was there. He was busy cleaning his surgical equipment. A homeless body last night lying on a cold metal table.

"Did you call me this early?" ask Citra. His eyes looked at Bara asking for an explanation.

"Help me clean that up!" pinta Bara without answering Citra questions.

Despite his annoyance, Citra's move also helped this flagship forensic doctor. They cleared the autopsy room together. Actually Bara has an assistant, but, he prefers to work alone. While Rianti is indeed his classmate, it's just that the woman is more steeped in toxicology.

"Finally, done. We're going to Rianti's lab, we'll talk there," Bara cerocos.

The image clucked and rolled his eyeballs.

Arriving at the laboratory, they found Rianti was sipping a glass of coffee. Seeing the arrival of Citra and Bara, he puffed his cheeks.

Bara hit Rianti's head slowly with a book. "You may not have realized that the three bodies were hanged, dead from poison."

Forehead Image wrinkled. "meaning?"

"Yes, they are being fed the same kind of poison" Rianti replied this time. "Let's take a look at this brand of coffee bottles found near the dead body of the tunnel and also old man Narto."

"We found the same toxic substance that was found on the corpse in that coffee drink." Bara chimed in Rianti's words.

The image observes the photo shown by Rianti. "My wife," he muttered to himself.

He recorded the brand of coffee drink on his agenda. It seems like the bottled drink was made by a home-based effort. "I'll investigate where the drink was made and who the owner is."

His watch showed at 7am and Citra remembered he had promised to go home at breakfast time. Given that, he then paid his way home to the two forensic doctors. He did not want to make the Hutabarat family queen mother give a lecture during breakfast time just because she did not keep her promise.

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