Twisted Dimensions – Chapter Three

Twisted Dimensions – Chapter Three

At 9:11, Joshua
and Savannah heard a knock. Their eyes met. A comely woman motioned in, and
Savannah suspected she was her new partner. Iris greeted only the director.
Unbothered Savannah rose and faced Iris direction.
                                   

“Good
morning, detective.”

“Morning,”
she replied without looking at Savannah’s direction.

“You are
late, detective Iris,” said the director. “This is unlike you, what happened?”              

“Traffic.”
she lied.
               

The director
smiled and introduced the women to each other. Iris examined Savannah visually.
Iris thought she looked presentable and gave her a weak smile. Savannah
extended her hand, and Iris phone began to ring. Iris purposely answered the
call quickly. The psychologist dropped her hand warily. After Iris finished
speaking for a few minutes, she ended the call and looked at the director.   

She spoke,
“Sir, a detective investigating a kidnap case called me. He informed me
about a teenager’s body found in a secluded area around Lekki Phase 2. No one
was able to inform me early enough because my phone was unreachable. They have
transported the body to the lab. I need to go see Dr. Nicholas now.”                 

“All right,
no problem.” he glanced at Savannah beaming. “I believe you are ready
to work on your first official case.”              

She smiled
brightly at him. “Yes, I am.”               

Iris felt
irritated by her boss and the inexperienced psychologist. Iris walked out of
the office, and Savannah followed her instantly. She did not want her to leave
her behind.                          

Savannah tagged
along with her to Iris car, a 2018 black Toyota Camry, a gift from her husband
a year ago when things were still working perfectly fine between them. Iris
unlocked her car, and they both entered. Iris brought out her Gucci sunglasses
from her pigeonhole, put it on and turned the ignition of her car to drive
away.                                              

Iris drove to the
institute without uttering a single word to Savannah, as if she was not there.
Savannah cared less. No matter her undetached attitude, she was going to do
what took her there. They arrived at the institute at 10:50 am. Iris entered
the hospital with Savannah by her side.                                             

They went into
the lab and met Doctor Nicholas observing the lifeless body of a teenage girl
placed on a stainless table. Her private parts covered. The place smelled of
dead bodies but Savannah controlled herself not to react to it. A young man
dressed in a lab coat was with the doctor as they examined the body. Iris
greeted them without thinking of introducing Savannah.    

“Who is this
with you?” Nicholas asked detective Iris.          

Iris slightly
wore a frowned face. “Savannah Thomas. She is a psychologist working with
me now.” She refused to stare at the psychologist. “Savannah, this is
Dr. Nicholas Akintola and Emeka Okoye, his intern.”                                           

“You mean
you have a partner now?” Emeka chipped in to ask.

“Well,
something like that,” she said while giving him a disapproval look.          

“Wonderful!”
said Nicholas. “A psychologist, that’s good. It’s nice meeting you, Miss Thomas.”                 

“Pleasure
meeting you, doctor Akintola,” she said and turned to the direction of
Emeka. “And you too.”                        

“It’s nice
to meet you too,” Emeka said with a wink.             

What is the problem with these people? Iris asked herself silently.
Unknowingly, she
hissed aloud. All threw their attention at her. The medical examiner asked her
if everything was okay; Iris smiled and told him all was fine. Savannah knew
she hissed because she was getting their attention. All Savannah had to do was
ignore Iris unconcerned behaviour. The examiner resumed to inspect the body and
explain the outcome of the autopsy. It was not the first time Savannah saw a
dead body, but it has been long. At times, a few years ago, she would follow
her dad and his partner to crime scenes, especially if Perry knew he was going
home late.                                          
Iris glared at
the body and questioned. “How was the victim seen?”
               

“Her body
was positioned flat on the ground,” Emeka answered. “There was dry
blood all over her body and clothes.” 
   

“Where are
the clothes?” He pointed to a thick sack on a table.

“What about
the victim’s shoes?” Savannah asked after a few seconds.

The three of them
immediately turned their gaze at her.   

“We didn’t
see any shoes,” said Emeka. “At the crime scene where we saw her,
there was no phone or bag. The only thing found was inside the pocket of her
trousers. It was a wallet filled with money, some of her passport photographs,
school, and national identity cards. She was also wearing a wristwatch. I took
them out when I arrived here before covering the body to wait for Doctor Nicholas.”             

“That means
it wasn’t a robbery. Her money is still intact.” Iris said.                                      

Emeka walked to
the belongings of the victim and gave the wallet he kept inside an evidence bag
to Iris. He handed over gloves to wear, to verify the contents. She checked
inside the purse to count the money, placed it back, brought out her school
card, Savannah quickly stretched her neck to glance at it.                            

“Her name
was Stacy Orji,” said detective Iris. “She was a beautiful
girl.”               

Iris thoroughly
observed the wristwatch. She kept it inside the bag. She removed the gloves and
disposed them inside a wastebasket.    

Savannah bluntly
said to them. “I doubt the killer killed her where you found
her.”                   

They all looked
surprised with what came out of her mouth.          

“And why
would you say that?” asked Iris. She removed her sunglasses to look her
straight in the eyes.                 

“Based on
her school identity card, she’s a student of Choice Martins Private University
which should be expensive. What will a girl like this be doing in a place fully
dressed without any shoes on?” Savannah asked and tried to explain in her
way.  

“I think she
was homeless,” Emeka said. “Maybe she was thrown out of her house,
having nowhere to lay her head.”          

“Even if her
family kicked her out of the house, she has a school hostel to go
to.”                                            

“Her
purse,” said Iris. “Even if she was thrown out or wasn’t able to go
to her hostel, she could have been able to use part of the money found inside
her wallet to pay for a cheap hotel to spend the night. Her wristwatch is a
Rolex, original for that matter. She might be from a wealthy home, working
part-time or maybe have a rich boyfriend.” 
                      

“That could
be true,” said Doctor Nicholas. “Also, there was no evidence of a
sexual assault.” He pointed at the wrists of the dead girl. “No defensive
wounds too. I’m certain she didn’t expect it or rather saw it
coming.”               

“What is the
cause of death doctor?” asked Iris.               

“She bled
out through multiple stab wounds on her torso. It was eight times. The cuts
were bottomless, and one of the stab injuries penetrated one of her ribs which
caused internal bleeding too.”                                      

Savannah closed
her eyes, the thought of the victim thrust with a sharp object so many times
made her body quiver as she tried to imagine the terrible scene, the pain the
victim must have gone through before giving up the ghost. She opened her eyes
to see Iris smiling, cracking a joke with Doctor Nicholas.                                                 

How cold can she be? She did not even show
any emotion.
         

Savannah said.
“I think the killer murdered her somewhere else, then dumped her body at
the scene.”                            

“You might
be accurate,” said Emeka.                                                                   

Iris turned at
Savannah with a well-done smile on her face and back at Nicholas. Savannah
presumed she was impressed. Iris asked Nicholas what the murder weapon might
be. He told her it was a knife.                                          

Emeka spoke.
“The kind of knife used on her was double-edged and had a pointed blade
about twelve centimetres long. The blade and the tip were very sharp to have
penetrated the victim.” 

“That should
tell us that the killer was prepared to kill her,” Savannah said. “It
was deliberate.”                          

“Is that all
you can tell me about the victim, doctor?” Iris asked, putting her
sunglasses back on.                      

“Yes for now
but I would give you an update whenever I find out more. I would run some tests
too and send a mail.”    

“Okay. Have
you been able to determine the time of death?” 

“Based on
the decomposed cells and body fluids it was less than twenty-four hours before
she died and it should be between 5 pm to 8 pm yesterday,” he said.                     

“Okay.”
Iris nodded.

She promised to keep in touch before leaving with Savannah. They were on their way to see the victim’s parents.

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