herself and you finally had to call a doctor because she had apparently suffered some kind of trauma. That is also the reason why we are not allowed to approach them for interrogation. The doctor in charge says she is still too fragile mentally. "Miroku slapped his hand on the table in frustration." Doesn't he know that we are dealing with a murder? "

Inuyasha's gaze was fixed on a point on the desk as his brain worked feverishly. He could understand Miroku's frustration, he felt the same way. They seemed to be spinning in circles. But there had to be a gap somewhere!It was almost unquestionably certain that the attacker must have been an acquaintance of the victim, as there had been no evidence of a break-in or a fight in the apartment, apart from the victim's agony. And these tracks were actually too weak. Strangling as the cause of death clearly spoke in favor of a male perpetrator, as it took a lot of strength to do so. But the main suspect was a woman. And she had an alibi and also seemed too weak, both mentally and physically, for such a crime. Still, the way she looked at him at the funeral ...

"What is the name of the doctor with whom she is being treated?" he asked, turning his gaze back to his partner. Miroku looked at him questioningly and flipped through the file for a moment. "Dr. med. O. Makatu," he read aloud, "42 years old, was born and raised in a small town near Hamamatsu, then studied medicine in Hamamatsu and later ran a private practice there Moved here to Tokyo years ago."He lowered the portfolio." What do you want from him? "

The addressee shrugged his shoulders. “We'll have to check him out too.” That was all he said, but Miroku knew he was hatching something. But since they had known each other for a long time and worked together, he also knew that it was best to let Inuyasha brood first. He raised his mug thoughtfully to his mouth and found that it was empty. 'Not too bad,' he thought with a shrug as he tossed the cheap styrofoam cup in the trash can. The coffee wasn't good anyway.

With a determined jerk he got up. "I'll try to find out more about the past of this Houjo Shikouta. Maybe there are similarities with the victim from 3 years ago, this Hajime." He took his jacket from the back of the chair and put it over one shoulder. He wouldn't come back here today.

"Keep your fingers off Ayame when you go out, she has a strong right hook," Inuyasha said lost in thought and Miroku rolled her eyes."Very funny, ha ha ... bye, Yash, see you tomorrow." He snaked his way around the desks to the office door, where he was finally able to escape the walls of the unsolved homicide section. Ayame, huh? Maybe he should pay the pretty redhead a visit again ...

Inuyasha heard the door close behind his partner before he went back to his thoughts. Something was gnawing at him. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration and he was leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed over his chest, his absent gaze fixed on a point on the opposite wall. Everyone who knew him knew that this pose worked inside him. He stayed that way for a long time, not paying attention to the fact that the early, late autumn dawn was slowly falling outside and that the few people who were still in the office besides him had long switched on their desk lamps so that they could still see something in the dark room.An idea slowly formed in Inuyasha's mind. O. Makatu ... Dr. med. O. Makatu ... It almost sounded like ...

Inuyasha sat up and finally switched on his lamp on the desk. The bright light stabbed his eyes and he blinked a few times. He picked up the file Miroku had left here and opened it to the page he was looking for. Two years ago, huh? He quickly picked up the telephone receiver on his desk, dialed and had a brief conversation. He closed the file again and put it in a drawer on his desk. Then he got up, slipped into his coat that hung over the back of the chair, and turned off the light on his desk. On his way to the office exit, he passed the fax machine that was printing a short message. Inuyasha took it and glanced at it, folded it up and put it in her coat pocket. Then he left the office.

Fresh evening air enveloped him when he finally stepped out of the police headquarters on the first floor.It was dusk, the street lamps were already on, and heavy dark clouds hung in the sky. Cold wind blew through the gray urban canyons of Tokyo, making the dead leaves dance in the air. Shrugging her shoulders protectively, Inuyasha made her way to his apartment, which was only a few blocks away from the presidium. In his coat pocket he pensively felt the sheet of paper from the fax machine. A message from the office in Hamamatsu.

It was just as he had suspected. There hasn't been a Makatu there for 6 years.

TBC ...

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A / N: So how was it? Are you confused? Probably a lot less than me ... It's horrible! The more I write about the FF here, the more ideas I get! I'm already very dizzy ... * turn * turn * Ui ui uiiii ...
Did you like the Kappi? Tried to include the characters' personal backgrounds a bit, that's important! And as you have probably already noticed, it has now become quite bad OOC. Bad?* bang *
As always, you can write clerks, I'm always happy! * tenderly stroke the picking button * ^^ °

One more thing:
!!! VERY IMPORTANT AUTHORESS 'NOTE !!!
I am very sorry to everyone who is now waiting impatiently for the next chapter, but I will probably NOT continue to write on this FF in the near future, because firstly, as soon as school starts again, I will have little time to write, and Second, I'd rather finish a few other projects that I've started before I dare to do this awesome thing again with my full attention. But I will definitely keep writing! The entire storyline is already in my head, I just have to work it out! It goes on, that's a promise! Can you forgive me

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