The Man They Called Dr. Williams( Volume 2)

<h1>Time buries many things.</h1> Footprints. Voices. Faces. But the truth has a strange habit...It never stays buried forever.------------------------------------------------------------ Lagos State Criminal Investigation Department. The room smelled of old paper, stale coffee, and forgotten promises. Metal cabinets stretched from one end of the office to the other, each carrying files no one had touched in years. Dust had become their permanent owner. Detective Daniel Adebayo hated dust. Not because it made him sneeze. Because it reminded him how easily people were forgotten. "You're wasting your time, Daniel." His colleague dropped another case file onto the desk. "They're cold cases." Daniel didn't answer. He opened the folder instead. CHIDERA NWANKWO. Missing. Age: 15. Status: Unresolved. His fingers lingered on the photograph for a moment. There was something haunting about missing-person files. No body. No farewell. Just... absence. Daniel believed that was worse than death. Death gave families somewhere to grieve. Disappearance gave them nowhere. He reached for another file. FELICIA HART. Twenty-four. Last seen in Oshodi. Missing. Another dead end. He frowned. Two different women. Two different ages. Two different parts of the country. Yet... Something bothered him. Not what was inside the files. What wasn't. He laid both photographs side by side. Silence. Then he noticed it. "Impossible..." He whispered. Both women had disappeared on Thursdays. Eight months apart. Same time frame. Late afternoon. His heartbeat quickened. Coincidence? Maybe. He pulled another missing-person file from the cabinet. Another Thursday. Then another. Thursday. Again. Again. Again. His chair creaked as he leaned back. Someone wasn't choosing victims. Someone was following a routine. Across town... Dr. Williams stood outside his gate, watering flowers. "Good evening, Doctor!" an elderly woman greeted. He smiled. "Good evening, Mama Grace." "You've made this street beautiful." Williams chuckled. "The flowers do all the work." She laughed and continued her walk. A little boy rode past on a bicycle. "Doctor! My mum said thank you for paying my school fees." "My pleasure," Williams replied. The boy waved before disappearing around the corner. Williams looked down at the watering can in his hand. Then at the roses blooming beneath him. Beautiful things... required careful attention. He smiled to himself. Back at the station... Daniel pinned the photographs onto a whiteboard. Red strings. Dates. Locations. Times. There was no suspect. No fingerprints. No witnesses. Only a pattern. And patterns... didn't lie. His phone buzzed. It was his wife. "Will you be home for dinner?" Daniel stared at the message. Then at the board. He typed. "I'll be late." He pressed send. Without realizing it... he had just chosen the case that would change both his life... and Dr. Williams'. End of Part 2 The city slept peacefully that night. One man was planning his next move. Another had just taken his first step toward him.

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