Welcome to chapter 2, those of you who didn't fall asleep during the first chapter that is.
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Chapter 2 The Doctor Dies
Kyle had followed Carmelita for a quarter of an hour when she stopped in front of a large doctor's clinic. It was the "Paris Clinic" as the letters above the door said. The building had 5 floors, with half of the wall being windows.
Kyle also noticed it was the clinic next to his favorite pizza store. The Pizza Place was its simple name. "What an alibi" he thought. "I might have just been here for pizza." So he parked in front of it.
"There, it's a doctor's clinic, nothing more. Are you happy?" Kyle said to himself.
"No, I'm not." replied his thoughts. "How do you know that the doctor's don't have affairs of the heart with their patients?"
"Oh, I don't know what that means" he said sarcastically. "It's a doctor's clinic and she's seeing a very old doctor by the sound of his voice".
"How do you know he doesn't have throat injury, or smokes a lot? You don't want her to get lung cancer from his second hand smoke, do you?" the voice replied.
"You have yet to prove to me that he is a smoker." Kyle said coolly.
"You have yet to prove to me he's not." replied the voice, coolly.
"He's right there." said Kyle, pointing at the old, quite old, doctor that had met Carmelita on the front steps. It was a mouse, wearing small round glasses on his wrinkled face, and a white doctor's uniform. His tail moved very slowly, hardly leaving the ground.
"Hello Doctor Rotsworth." said Carmelita when she met him. "Shouldn't you be inside?" she asked.
"I needed some fresh air" Replied the doctor in his raspy voice. "And you're my last patient of the night"
"Fine, you win." said the voice angrily.
"Well, I might as well get a pizza." Kyle said, but the voice was gone again.
When Kyle was halfway through his pizza, and his fifth beer, he got up and went to the bathroom. His walk became a stagger, and his vision was going fuzzy. He got inside the bathroom, and collapsed on the floor.
At the clinic, Carmelita was back paying at the counter. Doctor Rotsworth walked out to go home. "Retirement's coming so close now, mind you, I deserve it" he said to himself.
"Oh, I think your retirement is coming really soon." said someone in front of him. The doc looked up to see a man, disguised pretty well. Whoever it was wore a red jacket that covered his face completely. His tail "If he has one" thought the doctor, was in his pants. He wore grey sweatpants, and had black gloves on, which is how the doctor saw he had a silenced pistol in his left hand.
"What do you want, and you should know an inspector of Interpol will walk out of this clinic any moment" Said Rotsworth, scared but not showing it.
"I know that, which brings us to our next subject quite soon." Said whoever it was. "Keep away from my girl."
"I don't think Carmelita is you or anyone else's girl" said the doc quite calmly. "However I'm just her doctor, so you have no need to threaten me."
"Oh, I need to do more than threaten you for that remark." It said quite coldly. "She is my woman, and you don't doubt who my lady is." The man pointed his gun at the doctor.
The doctor decided to run for the clinic. Even being old he was in good enough shape to try to make it inside the clinic for safety.
The man simply shot him in the back. He groaned and leaned against the doors, panting and moaning.
"I said I would do more than threaten you." And the man shot him in the back again.
The doctor groaned one last time as he slid to the concrete sidewalk in front of the doors to the building. The man ran over to Kyle's empty car and jumped in. A few seconds later, the car was hot wired, and he drove off around the corner.
About a minute later, Carmelita walked to the doors to find a collapsed doctor in front of them. "God, he probably had a heart attack." She said as she ran to his body. Of course, once Carmelita saw the bloody spots on his coat, she knew it wasn't a heart attack. She pulled out her radio to tell the police about the murder.
"Hello, this is Carmelita Fox of Interpol. I have a murder victim at the Paris Clinic. He has two bullet wounds in his back. Murderer is no where to be seen, or any suspects." She radioed in. Then she looked up to find a note on the doors.
"Dear fools,
None of you are allowed to touch my woman, or doubt she is mine. The doc did,
And if you do you might end up like him. Touch Carmelita Fox and die!
Robert Johnson,
Carmelita's only love
She was waiting for about five minutes when the Paris PD showed up. She knew she would have to explain a ton of things she didn't know the answer to, but she was spared when she heard a somewhat familiar voice yell "Where did my car go!" She looked over to see Kyle in front of the pizza place. "Who took my car?" he yelled at the street.
Kyle woke up from his black out on a toilet in one of the pizza places stalls. He jumped up and looked around the bathroom. He must have had either too much pizza or beer. He probably had a beer too many. He walked out of the bathroom to go finish his pizza. However when he got his table, he looked out to find his car was gone.
"What in the..?" he yelled as he went outside to yell at the street "Where did my car go!" He looked over and was surprised to see the Paris Police Department standing outside the clinic, hauling someone away in a body bag.
"What happened here?" he asked as he ran up. Carmelita answered his question.
"Someone murdered my doctor, and apparently stole your car" she said "Why are you here?" she gave him her own question back.
"I was simply getting a bit of pizza." He told her acting like he was completely upset by her question.
"Hey, are you gonna pay for your pizza, dude." said the wolf who was working at the counter. He was short, probably a teenager. He wore a red apron, with jeans and a white shirt. He had a plain red hat over his short red hair. He had silver fur like Kyle, only darker, and green eyes, which were looking at the police and body bag. "Whoa, man, what did you do?" he asked.
"I got my god damn car stolen if you must know." Kyle was obviously very angry. His fur was on end, and he was glaring death at everyone. "Yes, I plan to pay for my pizza."
"All right, break it up you two; we need to get you both, and the vixen, to the station for an interrogation" said one of the officers in a rather rough voice.
"Why do I need to get interrogated, my car was stolen, simple as that." replied Kyle angrily. "Plus I need to pay for my pizza."
"We'll see that it's covered, but you're coming with us right now." said the officer "And we need you to give us a description of your car and license." he ended saying it like it was final, which it was. Carmelita, Kyle, and the pizza boy got in the squad car, in the back, and then headed for the police station.
"How humiliating." thought Kyle. "A day as inspector and I'm already a murder suspect, and manage to get my car stolen. I do get to talk with Carmelita though"
"So what were you at the doctor's for?" he asked Carmelita.
"It's none of your business, Kyle." She wasn't in the mood to talk with him. She would need her breath to tell the story to the Paris PD a few million times.
The wolf from the pizza place asked "What happened back there?"
Kyle replied in a very angry growl "I got my car stolen, that's all I know."
Carmelita said "someone claiming to be a Robert Johnson shot my doctor twice in the back." Her voice showed no expression.
"How do you know who it was?" Kyle asked slightly calmer because he was finally talking to Carmelita.
"He left a note." She handed him the note that was on the door. Kyle and the pizza boy read it, and looked at it skeptically.
"Yeah, I have a question" said Kyle "Do you even know a Robert Johnson?"
"No, it's obviously an alias." She told him with a hint of anger back in her voice.
"Hey, that's what I thought." retorted Kyle. He looked out his window "So much for talking to Carmelita." He thought.
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