She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 31

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She Dies - Season 1 - Episode 31

In few minutes, they descended the stairs and
got to a Prada Jeep parked in the garage.

Alfred sat behind the wheel and Dennis heaved his weight on the passenger’s seat.
“Where do we go from here?” Alfred demanded and turned on the engine.

Dennis glanced at his wrist watch, “I think
Jankas bar will be conducive.”

Alfred nodded, “correct,” and reversed the car.

In some minutes, they were already past the
SIA gigantic gate and were in the traffic,
heading to the bar. After about thirty-five
minutes drive, Alfred pulled up in the parking
lot.

The bar was thatched and airy with agile and
cheerful barmen and barmaids always ready to take orders.

They got out of the car and Dennis ran his cop’s eyes through the filled up bar, then pointed at a corner, “Let’s stay
there.”

Alfred looked in the direction he had pointed
and was satisfied. He smiled and nodded.

They walked to a vacant table at the extreme
right of the bar and sat. An impressive looking
barmaid, in her early twenties, hurried towards them and asked with smiles, “What’ll you like
to take?”

Dennis looked at Alfred and Alfred said, “Two
bottles of stout.”

The barmaid smiled, “A moment please,” and she left quickly, twitching her butt0ckz. They stared after her with smiling faces. Dennis stopped smiling and sq££zed Alfred’s shoulder, “Let’s concentrate.”

Alfred was still smiling and he kept looking till
he lost sight of her. In some minutes, the
barmaid was back with a tray of drinks,
glasses and an opener. She la!d them on the
table and gave a cheerful smile, “Hope you will enjoy your stay.”

“Definitely.” Alfred smiled, an urge he couldn’t tell sweeping through him.

He made up his mind to come back later for her, alone.

“If you need anything, I’m at your service.” She said, turning to leave.

“Thank you.” Dennis said immediately and she left, Alfred’s eyes following her until Dennis slapped him gently on his neck.

“I can see you’ve already fallen for her.”
Dennis joked.

Alfred laughed and turned to him. “I think you may be right.” He uncorked the drinks, poured some quantity into the glasses and said,

“Let’s talk business.” He sipped the drink.

Dennis sipped his and dropped the glass on
the table, “That’s alright.”

Alfred brought his glass to the table, “The nub of the matter is how to track this Lucia.”

Dennis folded his arms, “I’ve been trying to
figure that out but haven’t reached at
something meaningful.”

Alfred thought for a while, “There must be a
way.”

Dennis nodded and sipped his drink, his mind
at various directions.

They were silent, lost in thoughts for several
minutes before Alfred raised his eyes to
Dennis, “That hospital incident might be of
help.”

Dennis said, “How do you mean?”

“I’ve a feeling that Lucia must’ve left
something behind the day she tried to kill you
in the hospital.”

Dennis unfolded his arms, “What do you
mean?”

Alfred looked into his eyes, “May be the type
of gun she came with, something she was
wearing, what she said before she was taken
out of the hospital, just anything about her or
about that day that is implicating and might
aid us to get her.”

Something told Dennis to just do as Alfred had
suggested and he gulped down his drink,
refilled his glass and went thinking. Alfred
kept sipping his drink, praying Dennis
remembered anything they could use as a
stepping stone. Dennis replayed the scene of
that day in his mind. It was around 11:45 on
the bright Monday afternoon of 14th August,
2006. He had a vivid memory of himself lying
on a bed inside room 412 of Sydney Specialist
Hospital. He remembered hearing a shot when Lucia killed a doctor and how he had sprang to his feet, took off the syringe from his vein and hid behind a cupboard in the ward.

He recollected how shocked Lucia had been when she entered the ward and didn’t find him on the bed.

He remembered watching her prowl
around the room and how he had taken her
unawares and almost strangled her. After
some minutes, he concentrated his thoughts
on the gun Lucia had come with. It was a
pistol. Nothing about that gun was unique. At
this point, he wanted to tell Alfred that there
was nothing about Lucia or that Monday
afternoon that would help them, but he
remembered the white smock Lucia had worn.
He remembered how it fitted her. It was an
ordinary smock worn by most nurses and
nothing about it was incriminating. The only
remarkable thing about the smock was that it
made her beauty more outstanding. When he
had eventually overpowered her, the only
meaningful thing Lucia said was that Sergio
Bruno sent her, and Sergio was already dead.
There was nothing else about her that would
help them. He concluded. He took a sip and
said, “I don’t think there is_” and an image immediately struck his memory: the diamond necklace around Lucia’s neck. It was a replica of the one he had given Vivian two years back.

Alfred who was still looking steadily at him
noticed that his memory has stumbled upon
something helpful and said quickly,
“Come on, what’ve you remembered?”

Dennis raised his gaze to him and an
infinitesimal smile appeared on his face as he
told him about the necklace.