Murderer

CHAPTER 42 - Red Thread and Doctor Hendrawan (Revised)

Anto waved at Citra and disappeared behind the Elementary School. Before returning to Medan, his mother decided to send Anto to have a formal education.

Both her parents were a little quiet because Citra was no longer home alone. In addition, there are also Christians who live in one city with their children.

The phone on the dashboard of his car suddenly rang. A row of foreign numbers appeared on the screen. The image answered that phone call.

“Halo.”

“I am the owner of the Lancer car you hit, where should I send my car repair bill?” The tone was heard from the phone. It turned out to be the man who owned the Lancer that he hit a few days ago.

“Send to my office at Polres Manggala.”

“Good! I'll take that bill there.” His voice is still dull. The image is actually upset at the person.

However, he was the one who was guilty of crashing his car. The face of the middle-aged man of the Lancer owner, was very familiar within the memories of this female inspector. He sure as hell met that guy somewhere. It's just that he forgot where.

The rush had just turned inside the office gate when its eyes caught the red Lancer sedan parked in the police parking lot. “Basic, stingy gentlemen! He actually came to bring the bill here, when he could have told the courier.” The image grumbled while parking his car.

After the car parked perfectly, he got down and looked for the owner of the sedan. A police officer who happened to cross paths with him said a man was waiting in front of the room.

The image goes there immediately. Sure enough, that person was sitting on the front bench of the room. In the hand of the old man holding a white envelope, the contents of the envelope were already Citra made sure it was a workshop bill. Haris pulls his hand before the man realizes the arrival of Citra.

“Since he's been looking for the commander. That's the guy we met while walking down the river where Anto was found, Ndan.” Harris half whispered. His eyes occasionally glanced towards the person he was referring to.

The image finally remembered, he was an angler they happened to meet by the river. His hand patted Haris' shoulder. He thanked the two inspectors for refreshing his memory.

The image went closer to the man. For some reason, he felt something strange and made himself feel uncomfortable with this man.

“Good morning, father ...” The image deliberately hangs his words for this person to introduce himself.

“Hendrawan. Doctor Hendrawan bone surgeon specialist.” It turned out that the man who owned the red sedan was a doctor and named Hendrawan. He's a bone surgeon.

“I Iptu Citra—”

“Yes, yes, yes. I knew. You are a cop who makes noise so I can't get a fish at all.” Again a grumbling tone came out from the old man's mouth.

He held out a white envelope that he had been holding. “This is my workshop bill, and I hope you pay it off soon!”

After saying that, he left without any excuse and made Citra feel very irritated. Having a higher education does not guarantee a person's attitude. The title of Doctor was very unsuitable pinned to him.

Haris suddenly appeared behind Citra. He made a funny expression by raising both ends of his eyes using a finger while saying, “I think his patient will get sicker if treated by a Doctor like him.”

Image hit Haris shoulder with the white envelope earlier. “Back to work!”

“Ready Commander!” Haris straightened up and saluted and returned to the room. The image is trailing behind him.

In the room, he reread the files of the recent homeless killings. The shadow of the old homeless man in the tunnel suddenly flashed in his mind, how could he think if the Doctor's face was similar to that of the homeless man.

Jemari Citra nimbly typing keywords in search engines. He typed the name of Doctor Hendrawan. Several articles and profiles of people named Hendrawan appeared.

News caught his attention. About the rape case of a girl involving homeless as a suspect.

The girl is the daughter of a couple of bone surgeons and gynecologists. His father's name was Hendrawan Kartasasmita, who was a bone surgeon at Bhayangkara Hospital. After the rape, the family disappeared.

Perhaps due to privacy or protecting the victim's mentality, none of the family photos were exposed to the media.

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The work space is still very messy. Bara was seen sleeping in a sitting position behind his desk. He does not realize that Haris and Jaka are in his room.

The two policemen exchanged looks. They just saw this fucked-up side of the forensic doctor. Though they need help Bara to find information about Doctor Hendrawan.

“What do you need here?” The sound of embers sounded just as they turned around was about to come out. Jaka turned his head and saw Bara rise from his position.

“Sorry Doctor—”

Bara wiggled his finger. “Call me Just Bara. Doctor is just my profession.”

He took a glass of water from the dispenser. Bara got rid of the case files that filled his study couch and let the two Citra colleagues sit down.

Haris and Jaka sat face to face. While Bara chose to stand and lean on the side of his desk.

“Lantas, what do you need?”

“Iptu Citra asked us to investigate about this former Hospital bone surgeon Doctor.” Jaka handed him a piece of the photo he took as they followed the old Doctor.

Bara's forehead frowned, during his stint here, he had never met the man in this photo. Is it possible that he was a senior doctor who resigned before I worked here? his mind wondered. If Citra has asked her partner to investigate someone, it means she feels awkwardness.

“Does this person have anything to do with the homeless cases you're investigating?” Bara returned the photo that he had been holding.

“We don't know. Iptu Citra just asked us to investigate the background of this person.” Jaka answered Bara's question in a confused tone.

Bara thought, maybe the administration has information about the person Jaka and Haris are investigating. He then drove them to the administrative office. Thanks to his status as a Doctor in this hospital, he could easily access the employee data here.

Bizarrely. There is no Hendrawan name among the surgeons of this hospital. I searched again and the results remained nil.

“What is accurate Image information? I did not find at all Hendrawan's name on the list of Doctors who work here.”

Jaka looked at Haris. Maybe in their minds they were asked the same question, about what relationship between the figure of Hendrawan with their case.

The red yaris slid slowly splitting the heat of the city of Manggala. This afternoon is so hot. Even Jaka's car coolers can't beat the heat.

He turned off his car's AC and opened the window. Haris opened the window and slipped a cigarette on her lips. Haris's finger tapped on the dashboard.

Seeing that, Jaka who was driving so slightly disturbed. “Why, Ris?”

“Eh, it's okay. I'm just still wondering why the commander told us to investigate Doctor Hendrawan's background.” Haris exhaled his cigarette smoke violently.

The two of them were again locked in silence amid the noise of the vehicle horn that afternoon. Jaka plays Guns n Roses' DVD. The song titled 'november rain' contrasts with the hot weather of the city of Manggala.

Haris plays his cell phone and idly searches for an article about Doctor Hendrawan. Unlike other expert doctors whose profiles are milling around if searched in search engines, this one doctor is very mysterious. Nothing about him showed up.

After going through the density of the city streets, Red Yaris Jaka entered the police parking lot. They returned to the unit without bringing any results.

“Report, Commander! Doctor Hendrawan's name is not on the list of doctors who work or have worked at Bhayangkara Hospital!” Jaka reported the results of their investigation.

Citra still believes the doctor is related to the common thread of this murder case. How can he find the background of Doctor Hendrawan. Data about him cannot be accessed anywhere.

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