The Intuition

"Professor Ryan? Is he one of those weird characters again?" Claire asked, turning the pages of the script in her hand.

"Oh, please," Alex retorted while sitting on the chair behind her. "You always call my characters weird."

Claire turned to look at him and said, "I call them weird because they are weird."

"You haven't even read the script yet," Alex mentioned, squinting at her.

"I don't need to. I know this character would be as weird as your other characters," Claire remarked, turning the pages of the script again.

"He is not," Alex countered. "Besides, he is a kind of a psycho character."

"Psycho?"

"Yes, his views on love, life and philosophy are pretty messed up," He explained.

Claire squinted and replied, "Weird."

"Come on…" Alex was annoyed that she never praised his plays. She always tried to find the loopholes.

"I am here to criticise your play, Alex. I can't just praise you blindly just because I have a soft corner for you," She tried to explain, turning to him.

Alex nodded as he knew this. He was the one who asked her to critique his plays in the first place. He was not in the position to complain.

"Okay, okay, understood," He muttered after a sigh. Claire could notice his annoyed face which was making her lips to form a smile.

She kept the script aside and headed towards him. "Leave your script for a while. Let me make your mood fresh again." She had a naughty smile on her face when she was saying this.

Alex understood what was about to happen. The very thought of it had made him happy already.

She grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him up to make him stand up. They were both staring into each other's eyes.

"I am seeing a different Claire today. Have you joined acting classes, love?" Alex asked as their faces slowly moved towards each other.

"I always go insane when I see your face. Believe me, I am not acting," She whispered and answered.

Alex smiled slightly and said, "I lose my senses too when I am with you."

They both closed their eyes and slowly moved their lips near each other. As they were about to meet…

"Claire! Hey, Claire!" Sarah shook Claire as she found her lost in some thoughts.

Claire snapped out of her thoughts and uttered awkwardly, "Ah, yes…"

"What happened? Where are you lost?" Sarah asked with a raised eyebrow. "Weren't we going to go through the scripts Alex had sent?"

Claire nodded awkwardly and started turning the pages of the script she had in her hand.

They had returned to the room upstairs after the detective left the house.

Meanwhile, in the police station, John was getting restless as his investigation was getting nowhere. He was roaming here and there in the police station until a police officer arrived.

He looked at him and asked in a rushed voice, "Did you find something?"

"Yes, sir. We have identified the last victims," The police officer answered.

"Yes, go ahead."

"Sir, the old man who died in the alley was George Haddon. He was a government officer," The police inspector said.

"And the other two?"

"One was the taxi driver Jonah Dickdee and the other old man Morgan Wayne. He was the owner of a roadside restaurant."

"Are they related in any sense?" John inquired.

"No, sir. We couldn't find any relation between the three victims. I have checked the security cameras around too but couldn't find a thing," The police inspector replied, making John scratch his head and let out a sigh. "The killer had deliberately chosen those places to kill which were away from the cameras," The police inspector added.

John went into thoughts. The police inspector noticed it and asked, "What are you thinking, sir?"

"There must be some connection in these murders. My intuition is telling me that the masked killer is not choosing his victims randomly. There is a bigger plot behind this, my intuition rarely goes wrong," John said, holding his chin from his fingers.

"I think so too, sir," The police officer agreed. "Detective Sam is keeping an eye on that girl. Maybe he will find something."

Somehow, these words of the police inspector rang a bell in John's mind. "Hm... What was her name?"

"Claire Hoover, sir."

"Claire Hoover, yes. I have a gut feeling that Sam's intuition is right," John said, staring into the abyss. "I feel like she is the connection between those three murders."

"But sir, there is no relation between them at all," The police inspector countered.

"Not right now…"

The police inspector stayed silent after hearing this. The detective could be right. They had to investigate into this with a lot more energy than usual.

Meanwhile, Detective Sam was about to enter the police station. He was continuously seeing the visuals of brown eyes and a lump of blonde hair on white smooth cheeks. He stopped at the entrance and smiled before sighing.

He nodded sideways and entered the police station when Detective John was discussing with the police inspector.

John saw him and asked, "Weren't you gone to keep an eye on that girl? Why are you here?"

"I am keeping an eye on her, don't worry. We have to catch her off-guard if she is really hiding something," Sam replied, picked up a water bottle from the table and started drinking the water.

"We don't have any clues, Sam, but I too think that this girl has to do something with it," John said.

Sam nodded and the visuals of those brown eyes, a blonde lump of hair and pink lips again came in front of his eyes. He was gulping down the water when John noticed that his partner was lost in some thoughts.

He ignored it and ordered the police inspector.

"I want you to collect the background of the girl. Also, I want to know everything about the three victims."

"Okay, sir," The police inspector nodded and left.

John sighed and sat on the chair while scratching his forehead. Sam kept down the bottle and left, saying that he had to take care of some business.