Chapter 6. I wanted to go out but Becky's voice had brought me back to reality...

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" Do you ........ hey, where are you going Tom?" was the cry from Becky. It halted me in my tracks, but I felt light-headed and strange .
I wanted to go out but Becky's voice had brought me back to reality.
" I don't know what happened, I just had the feeling that I had to leave the hotel and go somewhere."
" You're not going anywhere that I can't keep my eyes on you," she replied." You just sit back down and we'll have our coffee's."
I did as she asked, but the strange feeling persisted. I really should be going. I had something important to do. This feeling was so strong in my mind that I was having great difficulty in shaking it off. Settling back in my lounge-chair I slowly drank my coffee.
Becky meanwhile was looking at me with grave concern on her face.

The door of the hotel swung open, and to my great alarm the policeman from the previous night entered.His eyes scanned the foyer, and seeing me sitting there he walked toward me. My heart was racing fast and I hoped that my alarm didn't show on my face.

" Ah, good evening Sir, still not sleepy again?," he asked. " Not really officer. I only need a few hours sleep, and anyway, I like Becky's company." He looked over at Becky and gave me a knowing smile. " I can't blame you for that Sir," he replied." I did hope to meet with you again as I wanted to ask you a couple of questions about last night. I suppose you didn't see any suspicious characters loitering around, did you?"

" Not really. It was raining heavily as you are aware, and I was only gone for a few minutes. Most of that time I had my head down against the wind and rain. You were the only person I saw in the whole time."

" OK Sir, just thought you might have been able to help us. I suppose you read about the MP being murdered last night. It wasn't far from here. You might have had a very lucky escape, as there are all sort of folk walking the streets nowadays. Well, I'll be on my way now, thanks for your time. Goodnight Miss," he called to Becky .With that he left, much to my relief. I looked at Becky, and it was obvious that she too was a little shaken at the reappearance of the policeman.She came across and took my hand.
" Don't be scared, they obviously have nothing to go on, no description, no motive, nothing. Just stay calm and this will probably all blow over." I didn't feel so certain about that. If it was the Doc who had phoned me earlier, then he would be expecting that I had carried out his orders. What was going to happen next........................
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After the policeman left the hotel, I felt a bit relieved. But the urge to go out and do what the doctor had ordered did not totally subside. I felt a good stroll around would help me shake that feeling off. I asked Becky if she would be kind enough to accompany me. She readily agreed and said it was indeed a good idea. We both left the hotel and started walking down the street. It was very cold outside, but the company of a beautiful lady made up for it. After we had walked a few blocks we decided to head back to the hotel. She asked how I was feeling now. I said I was feeling a lot better and wouldn't want to go anywhere but the hotel. She smiled and said she would rather go home then. I assured her, though a bit reluctantly, that I could make it back to the hotel without her help. She smiled warmly and said good night. I watched as her lovely silhouette disappeared into darkness. I heaved a sigh and wished she had kissed me good night. As I turned the corner, I saw the policeman across the road talking to another cop. That didn't look like a good sign. He looked across at me and waved a hand. I waved back and shouted to him that I came out to walk Becky home. He nodded and said good night. But something in his eyes showed that he was suspicious of me and didn't believe what I had told him.

I slipped under the covers and fell into a deep sleep. I woke up late in the morning and felt very hungry. I called up the reception and ordered breakfast. I walked up to the window and drew the curtains. It was a bright sunny morning and the city had already buzzed into life. People were in a hurry to get to their destination. There were annoyed looks on the faces of most of them. I turned my gaze to two people who got into a fight over who had made the wrong turn. I shifted my attention to a few impatient people who were honking away at the cars in front of them because they had failed to move immediately after the traffic lights had gone green. Such an unhappy lot, I thought to myself. They didn't know that those things were trivial and not worth wasting such a beautiful morning over. They had no idea how worse life could get.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I heard the loud doorbell. The breakfast was brought in and I could wait no longer. After having a hearty breakfast, I opened the newspaper to see if there were any updates on the murder of MP. To my utter shock, there was news on the front page that there had been two more murders the night before. This time the persons killed were big businessmen in the town - Simon Hinderson and Lance Karowski. It also said those two were close friends of the murdered MP. "Karowski! Karowski! Does that name ring a bell?" I wondered. I had heard that name before but where? My memory was failing me again. I felt like banging my head on a blunt object. I wished Becky was here with me. I didn't have her number either and she wouldn't come to the hotel until evening. Would the guy at the reception know her number? I immediately called him and asked if he knew her number. To my relief, he said he knew it. I took down the number and called her without waiting a second. She didn't answer my call. I tried again but to no avail. Cursing my bad luck, I leaned back on the pillow, closed my eyes and tried to recall where I had heard that name. Just when I thought I was getting it all back, I heard the phone ring, derailing my train of thought. I jumped up from the bed and took it in my hands. It was the receptionist. He said Becky called in to ask who had been trying to reach her by phone and he told her that it was me. Before he could say anything more, I cut the line off and dialed Becky's number again. She answered the call and listened in horror to my story. She had obviously not read the news yet. She promised she would be at the hotel as soon as possible.

I was pacing nervously in my room when the door bell rang. I lunged towards it and swung it open. She walked in and sat on the bed. She asked what had happened and I narrated the whole story again. She asked if I heard that name from Dr. Maybe. How could such a simple thing slip my mind! It was indeed Dr. Maybe who mentioned that name the previous night. I couldn't thank her enough. She poured herself a hot cup of coffee and asked if I had indeed gone straight to the hotel after she had left for her home last night. I replied in affirmative and also told her that the worse news was that the policeman saw me on my way back. She agreed that it was indeed bad and a situation couldn't get any worse.

"If you went straight to the hotel and fell asleep immediately, who possibly could have committed those murders? Would that policeman believe you now? I don't think so. I am sorry but I think you are in a bad mess. I can't think of a way to help you out."
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