Red Ribbons (Chapter Seven part 3)

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Chapter Seven (Part 3)

Venkath was anticipating the move and stepped aside, sending Nicholas crashing into the wall. The younger man was on his feet in two seconds, ready to attack Venkath again. However, Venkath had already run out of the examining room and towards the front door. As soon as he reached the door, Nicholas pounced on him again, this time knocking them both to the floor. He managed to get on top of Venkath and put his bare hands around his neck, his face twisted with rage.


“You're finished,” he sputtered, tightening his hold on Venkath's neck. Venkath pushed at Nicholas with all his strength, but the younger man was too strong. It was getting harder to breathe by the second, even harder to struggle.

“Get off him, or I'll shoot!” Lawrence stood in the doorway, his gun aimed directly at Nicholas.

Nicholas ignored him and continued to strangle Venkath, whose eyes had rolled back into his head. His whole body had gone limp. A shot rang out and Nicholas screamed in pain, clutching at his right leg. He rolled to the side, groaning, while Lawrence handcuffed him. Against his better judgement, Lawrence kicked Nicholas' leg. The latter cursed him, screaming louder this time.

Lawrence rushed to Venkath's side and felt his pulse. He heaved a huge sigh of relief when he felt the weak, erratic rhythm of his cousin's pulse. He was alive, he had arrived just in time. “Hang in there, cousin, help is on the way,” he said to his unconscious cousin. He radioed the police car outside and asked them to call an ambulance. There was still one more call to make.

“Mr. Ling? It's Inspector Lawrence. We've caught the man who killed your daughter.”

There was a pause on the other end and then Mr. Ling heaved a huge sigh of relief. “Thank you, thank you so much, Inspector. God bless you and your team,” he said.

Lawrence hung up the phone and looked down at Venkath, who was regaining consciousness. He groaned a few times before opening his eyes. Lawrence was looking down at him, shaking his head reprovingly at his cousin.

Venkath tried to get up off the floor but his strength failed him. His neck hurt and his head felt heavy, but he'd live, he thought to himself. He took the hand that Lawrence extended him and with the latter's help, managed to get to his feet. He leaned against Lawrence, still a little unsteady on his feet.

“You had me really scared there, you twit,” Lawrence said, helping Venkath towards the door. Nicholas was still lying on the floor, groaning in pain. Venkath shot him an angry glare.

“Leave the scumbag alone, he's not worth it,” Lawrence said. “Besides, I'm not letting you risk your neck trying to play hero again,” he said, only half joking.

“Yes, boss,” Venkath joked back feebly, his voice a hoarse whisper. It was over. It was really over. He had helped catch Shoba and Alicia's killer. No more sleepless nights, all the pent up anger had dissappeared.

“If you ever decide to quit medicine, the police force could use someone like you,” Lawrence said more seriously this time.

Venkath laughed. “Don't tempt me, I might just take you up on that and then we'll have some real adventures.”

“Let's get out of here, dear cousin. I could use a break from your sleuthing and all the paperwork that goes with it. Let's get you to the hospital,” Lawrence said, laughing.
























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