Adal Müller was preparing to leave for his home, since it was already 9:30 p.m., his wife Nora, waiting impatiently for him at home. Upon arrival he opened the door, passed through it and closed it. An angry Nora was peeking out of the dining room.
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-Adal, what are these hours of arriving!?- Nora said shouting.-The food is already here, come, come closer.-
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-I'm sorry woman, I've had a very heavy patient.- Adal answers her question, afraid.
Adal was lying to his wife; it wasn't a patient sit was his best friend Brant Schneider from medical school, who didn't know where to find certain medicines, even though he had a degree and was prepared to be a pharmacist.
-And what happens to your patient?
-Nothing special, it was Mr. Fischer again.
-Lie! Your boss called me and you weren't at your job, and Brant also called me because you didn't answer the phone, but I see that in the end you did.- Nora said angrily, because it was the third time that Brant called Adal to ask for help.
"Shit..." Adal muttered as he pounded the table with both hands clenched into fists.
-I'm sorry Nora, I swear it won't happen again.- He was right, Adal couldn't spend all day helping his friend.
-You don't have to apologize to me, but to you. Oh, and your boss.- She answered, she is outraged.
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The next day Adal woke up as usual, had breakfast and brushed his teeth and went to work; to the "Attentäter" hospital. He greeted security and he opened the door for him. Walking down the hall, he climbed the stairs and headed to his office. He opened the door, sat in his chair, and the phone rang.
"Hello?" Adal asked.
It's me, Brant. You have to come, it's urgent.- They answered by phone.
-I wanted to talk to you...- Suddenly Adan was interrupted.
-Come please, this is chaos.- Brant said.
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Adal got up from his chair and prepared to leave.
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He arrived at the pharmacy and opened the door and in a shout he said;
- Brant! It's the last time he helped you.- But he suddenly stopped short and saw a policeman next to Brant Schnider
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-Adal Müller? I am the police officer Albert. We have a case in which you could help us. At first we thought he died a natural death but our deceased had Pentobarbital in his stomach when we found him. We suspect that he did not swallow them of his own free will, since his suicide letter does not match the handwriting of the deceased. Do you know how much dose is deadly to die? - Asked the officer Albert.
-With more than 15 pills it starts to be dangerous. You can overdose to death, what do you need me for? - Adal asked.
-We wanted to know more about the drug. Tell me, do you need a prescription?- Questioned the officer.
-Yes.- Adal answered.
- Well, the body had more than 47 pills. But they come 35 in each box. Is it possible that he had two boxes?- Albert questioned.
-Impossible, the doctors only prescribe a box.- Adal answered.- It is possible that someone with access to drugs will give it to him.-
-I knew you would be of help.- Albert said.
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