ACTION STATION.
The call came through when Detective Mojela was in his office; Joseph was on the move. The junior Constable reported that he took a bus heading south.
The next call came when Joseph alight the bus at the City Center and went into cluster of buildings. Detective Mojela took his private car and headed to the city. He was tempted to put on the siren but didn’t want to draw the attention to himself; he drove at a allowed speed and obeyed all signs.
In town, Joseph went to the ATM to withdraw money, and then to the Pharmacy. He took time going through every row, reading almost everything that was on display. His mind was so occupied that he didn’t notice a man in jeans, standing next to the window, pretending he was reading a newspaper. It was the same man who had been at the ATM line earlier.
When Joseph was at the counter for enquiries, the same man stepped into the Pharmacy and went through the same pattern of reading what was on display. He failed to get a word of what the Chemist was saying to Joseph.
When Joseph went to the toilet, Detective Mojela was halfway to the city. He knew every move Joseph made and every door he went into. He was to also know that Joseph went into the door adjacent Clicks. The Mahmood Surgery.
“How long has he been there?” Detective Mojela asked, knowingly, when he arrived.
The Constable consulted his watch, “Let’s make it ten minutes.”
“I’m going in; you wait by the door and make sure no one gets in.”
Inside the surgery was one waiting patient, Joseph was at the doctor’s room. Detective Mojela flashed his card to the receptionist and asked about Joseph’s purpose of visit.
She didn’t know, and pointed him to the doctor’s room.
When Detective Mojela opened the doctor’s room, Joseph was standing, his pants pulled to his knees; Dr. Mahmood was bending, picking into his underwear.
“Who the hell are you?” shouted the doctor.
“Sakaria!” he called in anger.
“Relax,” said Detective Mojela while Joseph was pulling his pants, his face turned pale. Sakaria came running, and stood between the doctor and Joseph.
“Why the hell you let-” he stopped when Detective Mojela waved his card to his face.
“You can leave now; go to your desk,” Detective Mojela commanded Sakaria. She looked at the doctor; he nodded, then she left. Joseph stood like a statue.
“Let me guess,” said Detective Mojela to the doctor, “gonorrhea?”
“What do you want? My place is legit.”
“Is it gonorrhea or not?” he barked to the doctor.
“I can’t disclose my patient’s-”
Suddenly, Joseph picked the scalpel from the table, put his hand around Dr. Mahmood and placed the scalpel to his neck. He pulled him back against the wall.
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Tell us: Do you think Joseph has something to hide from the police?