The Uncasual Encounter ( Part 2)

A Story by Saad

A Los Angeles elite finds himself in LAPD custody only to know that he has been arrested for killing 12 people of which he has no notion.

“The End” announced Winston turning the final pages of the manuscript. Samantha, who sat right beside him with her head on his shoulders and eyes closed, pulled herself up and they both sat quietly trying to frame their respective opinions. The silence prevailed for several minutes when finally Samantha dared to break it by saying, “Should we ask Dr Albert about it?” Winston raised his hazel green eyes to look at Samantha and uttered, “OF COURSE! The guy who wrote this do need help and I am gonna help him, one way or the other” Samantha remained quiet and Winston was interested in her silence, “What?” He asked, Samantha sighed and spoke, “I don’t know” She began hesitating, “We are just interns and should concentrate more on our careers rather than a psycho murderer’s so called written confession” Winston raised his eyebrow and spoke, “This is pathetic Sam, I am gonna discuss this matter with Dr. Albert first thing in the morning. End of discussion” Winston said turning his face the other side of the bed, pulling his part of the blanket and closing his side of the lamp. He left Samantha with no choice but to do the same.
The next morning Winston was up early keeping his encounter with Dr Albert in mind. He collected the manuscript neatly and in proper order to avoid any mishap during the conversation. He was quite anxious in helping out the writer and with his anxiousness he stepped outside and left for the hospital.
The hospital was substantially distant from Winston’s residence and usually consumes half an hour to reach, but luckily the cab driver brought him fifteen minutes earlier, which somehow boosted his confidence. He entered the hospital calmly, avoiding a loud entrance, and headed straight towards the staircase that leaded to Dr Albert’s office. Winston went straight to the office and gave a slight knock; “Come in” said a voice from inside the office and Winston did what the voice commanded. Dr Albert sat at his chair puffing and cigar and managing few smoky rings which soon faded away. Winston went straight to one of the chairs meant for clients and settled himself. He started organizing the manuscript and finally spoke, “I wanted to ask you...” and before he could complete Dr Albert intruded, “About the manuscript…Eh?” a smile spreaded over Winston’s face, “Yeah” he grinned and gestured Dr Albert to begin his tale. He sat back at his chair and began, “Kevin Scott was quite a reputable man, Vice president of Wesley Enterprises and well known amongst the politicians. I have tackled two hundred and fifty cases in my 30 year career and never failed to interpret the problem in my patients but Kevin was my only failure. I failed to interpret his problem and landed him where he should have never been.” Dr Albert paused and then resumed, “Kevin had no disease he was just in tremendous shock about the increasing allegations on him.” “So when did you come to know that he was perfectly fine?” asked Winston. “One month after his transfer to the facility, the nurse came to his cell to wake him up and all she could find was this manuscript and no sign of him” The words felt like thunder on Winston, his eyes almost reached his forehead and his mouth hung open, “HE ESCAPED?” he shouted in disbelief. Dr Albert sighed and replied in calmest possible manner, “Yes, The Police carried out widespread search for months but no sign of him, still isn’t. What they found were his clothes he wore at the facility, I was the first who was called and all I could get was this manuscript and after reading it I realized what a blunder I committed. “But if he didn’t committed those murders, then how did the finger prints came on the weapon?” “Well that’s a hard question to answer and I am afraid this mystery might remain unsolved forever.” “Any idea where he could be” demanded Winston “Well he might be dead, or if not then where ever he is God be with him” replied Dr Albert as he stood up to deal with his appointment giving Winston some alone time to digest what he heard.
The thought of who committed those murders goaded Winston to visit Kevin Scott’s apartment as he was confident of finding something that might lead him to unlock these mysteries. He floundered out of the Doctor’s office, went straight towards the exit, took a cab and left for Kevin’s apartment. The apartment was situated in the heart of the city and it almost took Winston forty five minutes to reach there. He stepped inside the building, borrowed keys from the receptionist and took the elevator to search Kevin’s apartment. He knew that the apartment had already been searched by the police but still found it necessary to conduct a search on his own. He searched every single corner, the bed, the pillows, the kitchen, the storeroom, the sofas but all he managed to find was dust and some old newspapers. He placed everything in proper order after ending his search and left the apartment. He walked through the end of the corridor and took the elevator to the ground floor to return the apartment keys. And as soon as he turned to leave, his eyes went towards the wall with mail boxes of every apartment lined neatly. He checked Kevin’s mail box and to his surprise a bundle of unread mails laid there. Winston knew that he was about to unfold a big secret and so, without being noticed, silently took the letters and left.

It was almost midnight Detective Donner and Dr. Albert waited anxiously in Dr. Albert’s office at the hospital. Dr Albert lighted his cigar and began puffing whereas Detective Donner indulged himself in a fashion magazine. They waited for almost a quarter of an hour when there was a slight knock on the door, “Come on in” whispered the Doctor which resulted in Winston tip toeing inside silently. “What is the meaning of this Mr. Winston?” yelled Donner throwing the magazine on the sofa, “I am sure there is a good explanation of calling us here at this hour of the day Winston?” said Dr. Albert. Winston sat on the sofa to catch his breath, then stood up and threw all the letters at the Doctor’s desk. “What the hell is this?” demanded Donner, “These are some letters I found in Kevin’s mail box, these are from the bank he has his account in. These letters are confirmatory letters which says that all his funds and money have been transferred to another account whose number is stated below.” The Doctor and Detective’s eyes dilated to an extent when it seemed as if they might jump out of their skulls. Detective Donner started inspecting the letters, whereas the doctor allowed Winston to continue, “I did some research on my part and found out that the account in which all these funds are transferred belongs to a guy name Daniel Scott”, “Who is Daniel Scott?” asked Donner frustrated, “Well this is when you come in Mr. Donner, you can check your records and find out who Daniel is?” suggested Winston, “Well I have the key to my office right now, how about you guys accompany me?” announced Donner, whereas Winston and Dr. Albert replied with Smiles.

Donner plugged in the key and opened the door of his office, the clock indicated 4 in the morning. Winston and Dr. Albert hanged their coats whereas Donner pressed the power button of his computer allowing the computer to lighten up to life. Donner began searching his records Dr. Albert and Winston stood on the left and right side of Donner and they too began searching for their man, “STOP!” shouted Dr. Albert, causing Donner’s finger to freeze, “Come down a bit” He did as commanded, “A bit more” urged the Doctor, Donner kept on pressing the key, “Stop, there” the doctor pointed with his index finger, and what came out in that picture took their lives away. “OH MY FUC…” “Language Winston” interrupted Dr. Albert, “I cannot believe it” exclaimed Donner. “You must arrest this guy man and find Kevin Scott”. “Yeah I’ve got the address, let the sun rise and the LAPD would certainly pay a visit to this d****e”

“Congratulations Sir!” Exclaim a junior detective when he saw Donner at the end of the aisle. Donner smiled as he was quite happy with the successful operation he carried out with his team in the suburbs of LA. He entered the interrogation room to see Daniel Scott hand cuffed and settled, “So Mr. Daniel Scott?” He asked, “The twin brother of Mr. Kevin Scott?” Daniel’s expression still cold and fearless “What was the reason that you became such a big enemy of your own brother?” he asked. Daniel remained quite but soon realized that the only option he has is to give a confession, “I would like to confess” Donner raised his eyebrow, cast a glance on his watch and uttered, “You’ve ten minutes” Daniel sighed and then began, “Kevin and I are identical twin brothers. I was the elder brother but was neither as athletic nor as intelligent as Kevin and so everyone loved him and mostly ignored me. When we were 10, our father lost his business and his money and he could only afford the expenses of one child, therefore I was sent to an aging couple who raised me in Dallas. Soon both my guardians died and as per their will I now owned the cottage they had in the Suburbs of Los Angeles. I moved there carrying along the rage and hatred for my actual family and specially Kevin who was the reason I spent my entire childhood in mental torture. I came to know that my parents were no longer alive but Kevin was, I hated him more than you can ever imagine” Daniel paused to look straight in Donner’s eyes and then resumed, “After moving in the cottage I found out that Kevin was in LA too, and was in the midst of some renowned names here, I started plotting a masterpiece against him. I did my research and came to know of Kevin’s nightmare problem which was the best option for me as the psychologists would eventually consider him as a mental patient suffering from Cenophanysis. I started to murder innocent people one after the other in places where I knew I would get caught. The face you saw in that video evidence was mine, but you arrested Kevin Scott the famous name in LA.” Daniel laughed madly, causing Donner to lose his temper and kick Daniel in the chest, “Shut up and Continue” Daniel coughed in pain, paused and then began, “I left the knife when I murdered the last victim because, I knew that we both had similar finger prints and since I was not in LAPD’s record the computer matched it to that of Kevin’s and you maniacs busted his balls out.” Daniel resumed his dreadful laugh and Donner realized the intensity of his revenge. “Look, I know what happened to you was unfair, but you could’ve killed Kevin or could do something to hurt him, why did you killed 12 innocents” Daniel raised his eyes, “That was their destiny, they all destined to die and yeah I could’ve killed Kevin but I wanted him dead even when his lungs respire. “So what next” demanded Donner adjusting his tie. “When you guys transferred Kevin to the facility, I went to his bank pretending to be him and started transferring all his property and money to my name, but since Kevin was still alive I had to get rid of him and so I bribed the watchman and took him from the facility to my cottage. I kept on drugging him and decided to kill him when I was over with all the official matters and then show myself up with the owner of his property, and I would have accomplished my task if it wasn’t for that kid.” Daniel shouted in anger and then stopped to catch his breath. Donner gave a crooked smile and stood up by saying, “We’ve got your confession Mr. Daniel, enjoy your time in prison” Donner pushed the door to exit the room, Winston stood and the end of the aisle and smile when he saw Donner stepping up from the other end, “So? How’s Mr. Kevin?” “He’s fine and is under supervision at the hospital.” Winston gave a sigh of relief and looked down at the floor, “Thank You for everything Winston” said Donner in a polite tone, “I do owe you a dinner, how about we’ve dinner tonight, bring Samantha along and I will ask Dr. Alert to accompany us too” “Sure” replied Winston and they both walked down the corridor satisfied that somehow they repaid what they owned to their profession.