At the door of hospital’s Autopsy room, a gentle knock was heard before the door swung open.Ian and Pola strolled in. In the fairly lit room, the pair were greeted by the sight of a few dead bodies laid on the carts and covered in blue sheets.ELOHOR, a seasoned pathologist believed to be a cornrow faithful and chief of those who fail to maintain eye contact, tucked a pencil behind her ear and remarked in a tone weaved in disappointment, “You still don't wait to be invited in.""Nice seeing you too, sweetheart," Ian responds with an awful degree of indifference. "This is Pola." Ian then jagged at Elohor, "My good friend, Elohor."Pola pleasantly weighed in, "Hi.""Hey," Elohor responded as walking to one of the cart and uncovered the remains of Ivy. "I hope you're not as disgruntled as he"Pola looked at Ian and smiled.Ian motioned to the Ivy's body, "What do you have for me?""She was murdered," Elohor made reply and carefully opened Ivy's left arm. "A sharp object was driven throu

In the back office of a famous Pharmacy Milton, visibly not at ease, sat on an executive chair. Pola and Ian sat on the other end of the table with an inquisitive gaze at Milton. For a moment, silence takes center stage until Ian pushed Ivy's picture on the table to Milton, "do you know her?"Milton picked the picture and made reply, "Yes. She’s Ivy. One of my customers. Is there a problem?""She was murdered a week ago," Pola responded.Milton reacted inquisitively in a startled manner, "What...? She was murdered?""Her burial was two days ago," Pola responds.Milton's eyes gaped on the photo as he swore, "Damn. God damn it."A silence- coated moment flew by before Ian delved in, "Besides business, is there anything you would want us to know about you two? I mean, You and Ivy"Milton sinks back in the chair and gives his statement, "Well, here's the thing..."FLASHBACK...Rains gushed down from the dark and heavy heavens in the late evenings.Milton stood by the entrance of the Pharm

Moments LaterPola, behind the wheel, brought the car to a halt behind a sea of vehicles on the high way that obeyed the red traffic lights just ahead on the high way.Ian, drowning in an ocean of thought, sat on the passenger's seat hamming along to the music mellowing from the car's speakers.A new black Grand Cherokee - Jeep that screamed opulence and class with it's every detail, driven by Serge, approached from behind and pulled over by Pola's car.MICAH, a real estate guru, in her forties, who normally hid behind dark sunglasses, sat on the passenger's seat in the other car talking angrily with heavy gestures. Serge, unnoticed by Pola and Ian, sat quietly behind the wheel taking in whatever Micah was trying to communicate in an angry fashion.Pola looked on and commented after a moment, “If you ask me, whatever that he did must be serious.”“Who?” Ian tuned back to reality in a flash.Pola pointed at the vehicle driven by Serge and uttered, “Him.”“Two things.” Ian chuckled mild

Back at the police headquarters Pola, visibly shaken and still a prisoner of shock, sat on her work- station gnashing teeth. The Police Chief stood adjacent to her by the window with both hands in his pockets. He could not hide his disappointment and straight away jumped into making his anger known, “Let me get this straight. You went to make an arrest without back-up? Your partner is shot... you still couldn't call for back-up? “Everything happened so fast.” Pola reported. “My bad.” The Chief countered glaring at Pola, “Your bad? You risked people's lives, you almost got the suspect killed, your partner is battling for his dear life and you risked your own life, and all you can say is, 'My bad'?! Pola took a deep breath and looked straight into the eyes of the Police Chief, “With all due respect, sir, What was I supposed to do? The gun- man was not our target. We didn’t know he would be there. Note also that we were after the clergy man. As expected, he was not armed nor resistant

Micah, wearing an intent- screaming face, hastily meandered through the sizeable crowd at the shopping mall without looking back nor the sides. Pola matched Micah's pace but from a distance. Micah made a few swift turns to the ladies' convenience rooms. The latter observed the former’s every act and turn – she vowed not to lose any more ground from the assailant. She was determined to catch- up with quick steps. The goal was to corner Micah and interrogate her. But she was nowhere to be seen.Pola cautiously but vainly entered and searched each and every convenience room for Micah. A sigh of exhaustion escaped her mouth as she scanned the last room. Hopes of getting first hand first-hand information from Micah regarding any possible involvement in Ivy’s murder were fast fading away. Pola remained rooted in the convenience room vividly perplexed. She was not ready to walk away empty- handed but there was little to no light at the end of the tunnel. But there she was – Micah, the viciou