The Woman, The Nurse, and The Director

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
There has been four murders of psychics for the last four weeks. Can the woman, the director, and the nurse, find the serial killer before the next murder occurs?

Submitted: January 18, 2017

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Submitted: January 18, 2017



“You’re overreacting, Carter,” said Leah.

Leah huffed in annoyance when her brother came into the kitchen. She was having breakfast with toast and jam in the dining table. Her brother gestured her to stand up.

“I’m a detective inspector holding black belt in martial arts and I have a Sig Sauer P229 on my back at all times. Shall someone intends to harm me, I’ll make sure they get sent to a hospital before they can swing a punch at me,” said Leah, standing up from her seat.

“Says you who got nearly killed last week.” Her brother replied, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“I didn’t get nearly killed. That robber punched me, in which I let him do it so I could tackle him,” argued Leah.

“You were weaponless and he punched you while holding a hand gun. Now shut up. I’m trying to concentrate.” Her brother said as he closed his eyes.

Leah sighed heavily. If it hadn’t been the fact that she had volunteered herself as an exchange for hostages on a bank robbery last week as part of a rescue mission in which had been broadcasted through local television, her brother wouldn’t have bothered to use his specialty as a psychic to predict what would happen to her for the next twenty four hours in advance just like what he was doing now. She had actually seen it coming when she had noticed one day that she had no longer needed to look up whilst talking to his brother. (Psychic started to shorten two centimeters each year after they turned twenty five). For all this time, she had thought it had been her brother’s preference to wear hoodie and had his head face down whenever he was not at home or at work.

“You shortened.” Leah had confronted her brother last year.

“So?” Her brother had replied.

“You could’ve made a lot of money. Instead, you chose getting injured of those violent patients you’ve been taking care of in that psychiatric ward.” Leah had reasoned.

“I enjoy what I’m doing to support my life.” Her brother had retorted.

“I didn’t say you don’t.” Leah had replied.

Her brother had let out a heavy sigh.

“I hate being in the middle of those pros and cons. Besides, you despise psychics and since we’re orphan, you’re practically the only family I have.” Her brother had said.

“I don’t despise psychics.” Leah had said in which it was not entirely true. “I just didn’t like using their service, unlike my other colleagues.”

Leah had laughed when her brother rolled his eyes. Ever since, their relationship somehow had evolved into a more affectionate one.

“You’ll tackle a mugger this morning,” said her brother, interrupting Leah’s memories of last year.

“I always tackle a mugger whenever I find one,” said Leah, rolling her eyes.

“And you’ll spill your coffee because of having to tackle that mugger.” Her brother continued.




“Will I spill it on my shirt? I need to know whether I should bring change clothes.”

Carter opened his eyes and took off his hand from his sister’s shoulder.

“You don’t have to, Leah,” said Carter. He then added. “Any progress for that case you’re working on?”

“We’ve found a pattern, or so we thought.” His sister replied. “We strongly believe that he will do it tonight and we will catch him in action.”

“And why did I get an impression that it’s not a good progress?” asked Carter, as he noticed the languid look on his sister’s face.

His sister let out a heavy sigh.

“The patterns have been blatant,” said her sister. “All victims are highly famous psychics who had publicly done transaction with their clients at posh restaurant or hotels and promoted their services through social network. All killings were done when the victims were asleep at night. Their heads were severed and there were notes ‘see you in two days’. Each victim is older than the next one.”

“But?” Carter encouraged when he noticed her sister seemed to have lost in her thoughts.

“But I bothers me that I haven’t figured out what drove this guy to chase and kill these psychics. I’ve gone through individuals who had been publicly opposing the idea of psychics making money out of their specialty but all of them had alibis at the time the killing took place. I mean, who is this guy?”




“Serial killer?” Her brother suggested.

Leah rolled her eyes. Her brother laughed.

“You know…” Leah trailed off.

“Know what?” asked her brother.

“I have an impression that this killer wants to be found,” said Leah.

“I thought every serial killer wants to be found by leaving signature. You’ve said about their proclivity to me,” said her brother. He then added. “Look, I’m sure you’ll find the guy and the motive. You always will.”

Her brother gave a gentle pat on her shoulder before making his way out of the kitchen.




Of all morning, it never occurred to Adam that he would be cornered with a pocket knife by a mugger in an alley on his first day at work in a small town he only just lived in for three days. With trembling hands, Adam reached out for his wallet on his back pocket.

“Hey! What the hell are you doing there?” A voice angrily shouted.

“Piss off, bitch!” The mugger growled.

Of all the few people he met in this small town, it never occurred to Adam that a woman would tackle the mugger who had dangerously maneuvered the pocket knife from him to the said woman. The next second, with one swift elegant move, the woman reached out for a handcuff from her back pocket and hold the mugger in custody.




Leah reached out her hand to help the man stand up.

“You’re alright?” asked Leah.

“Yeah. Thanks. I’m fine now.” The man replied with a nervous look.

“Shit. I spilled my coffee,” said Leah, looking at a coffee cup laying miserably on the pavement.

“Seeing you just saved me, do you mind if I buy you another one?” asked the man he gestured at a coffee shop nearby.

Leah smiled in acceptance.

“Let me first call a back-up,” said Leah. She then fished out her cellphone and call what sounded to be a police station. After a police officer came to get the mugger, she continued. “Most people would prevent walking alone on that alley.”

“I just lived here for three days,” said the man. He then added. “Seeing you have a pair of handcuffs, I take it you’re a police officer.”

“Police officers takes orders from me. I’m actually a detective inspector,” said Leah.

“Wow,” said the man, looking at Leah admiringly.

“Seeing you have a stethoscope I take it you’re a doctor,” said Leah.

“Doctors takes orders from me. I’m actually the Head of Everett Hospital,” said the man.

“No way? My brother happens to work there,” said Leah.

“Really? What’s his name?” asked the man.




“His name is Carter. Carter Remington.”

The woman had supplied her brother’s name.

Adam thought it was time to ask for the woman’s name when the woman suddenly spoke.

“What do you think about psychics?” asked the woman.

Adam looked taken aback with the question, however he answered truthfully. “I think they’re a bunch of people who wouldn’t be able to support their life without using such specialty. I learnt that there are quite a few of them here in this town, making money by telling people about their future. For me, I always believe in hard work and persistence.”

There was a pause before the woman spoke.

“You know, on a second thought, I changed my mind about letting you buy me a coffee,” said the woman in a cold voice, before she fished out some money from her pocket and paid for her coffee.

“Have I somehow offended you?” asked Adam in a worried tone of voice.

But the woman just threw a sharp look before grabbing her coffee and hurriedly walked away.




“I always believe in hard work and persistence. I learnt that there are quite many psychics here in this town, making money out of their specialty. I mean, without such, would they have been able to support their life? But let’s not give that our concern. What we have to do from now on is to carry our task without their help.”

Carter followed other doctors and nurses clapping hands when the new appointed director of Everett Hospital had delivered his last sentences of his first speech.

“What a speech,” said Marc in a low voice.

“You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if he turned out to be the one killing those psychics.” Stephanie whispered as she leaned towards Carter. She then quickly added. “No offence carter.”

“None taken,” said Carter nonchalantly.

Together with Marc they walked back towards the nurse station. Just then Carter’s cellphone rang.

“What’s up, Leah?” said Carter at once.




“For your information, the man I saved from a mugger this morning turned out to be the head of hospital you work in,” said Leah, the moment her cellphone got connected with her brother. Shen then added. “And he despises psychics.”

Leah heard a chuckle.

“You should’ve listen to his first speech as our director,” said her brother.

“I worry about your colleagues let slip about your being a psychic to him. You might get fired for that.”

“Let this be none of your concern, Leah. You have a killer to catch today,” her brother said before ending the conversation.




The sudden change of behavior turned out to have bothered Adam in a way that the first thing he did after giving his first speech in front of his employees was connect his laptop to hospital’s employees database and start searching upon a name of Carter Remington. Soon enough, he was faced with a sandy brown haired male nurse with a pair of blue eyes.

Adam was already on his way to the nurse station, where he could see the nurse working on some paper work, when something popped into his mind. What if he had misheard the name? What if the woman had lied (though he couldn’t think of a single reason why the woman would’ve done so)?

He needed to make sure that the nurse was indeed the woman’s brother. But how would he do it? He could just ask the nurse but that would create suspicion and the last thing he wanted was for the nurse to inform such suspicion to her sister (if he turned out to be his sister).

He needed to ask this nurse without him knowing he was being asked.

After wondering for the next half an hour, Adam finally came up with a plan and a wide grin on his face. A plan that would kill two birds with one stone.




“Marc, the director would like to see you.”

Carter looked up from where he was sitting at the nurse station to find Stephanie delivered the information to Marc which was next to him.

“Don’t worry, Carter. We all promised we won’t say anything about you,” said Stephanie.

“If it hadn’t been for you predicting all those mental patients for us, I’m sure I would’ve gotten myself three stiches on my forehead,” said Marc approvingly.

Carter gave a small smile at Marc, who had reminded him of an incident when Mr. Ferrell, one of the patient, trashed around throwing things and almost hit Marc’s head.

“For all we know you’ve been creating a harmony here.” Stephanie said after Marc left to see the director.

Carter couldn’t agree more. After the hostage incident happened on his sister a week ago, he had regarded his specialty in a significantly different perspective. He had been willingly and with pleasure predicting then informing the staffs and nurses whether certain mental patients would create chaos in the ward out of their unstable insanity and he had to admit that he had gained respect from his colleagues more than he cared for.

 “Still it worries me, Steph. Not to mention he’s doing the one on one interview randomly,” said Carter. “You heard what he said when giving his first speech as the head of this hospital. He would definitely fire me once he found out about my being a psychic.”

“Marc and I have your back, Carter,” said Stephanie. “If it hadn’t been for you, my baby would’ve been overdosed with cough syrup by that bloody babysitter.”

“Thanks, guys,” said Carter sincerely, as he was reminded of when Stephanie’s had to bring her three months old son to hospital for flu and fever illness treatment and he happened to hold the baby then predicted whilst Stephanie had to use the toilet.

Marc returned back to the nurse station ten minutes later.

“Carter, it’s your turn.”

Carter braced himself before walking towards a room with “DR. ADAM BRENNEN – DIRECTOR” tag on the door.




Adam heard a tentative knock. He could feel his heart beat a bit faster before letting the nurse came in.

He cleared his throat. “Come in.”

The nurse came in.

“Please sit down,” said Adam with a friendly voice.

The nurse sat down on a chair in front of him.

“So, you’ve been working here for eight years,” said Adam, pretending to be looking at an open folder on the desk in front of him.

“Yes, Sir.” The nurse replied.

“How do you find working here? Good?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“How about your colleagues? Are they good?”

“Yes, Sir.”




“Have you ever consulted with a psychic?”

Carter tried to maintain an eye contact. He had seen this coming and he had prepared his answer.

“Everybody in this town must have once consulted with a psychic, Sir,” said Carter, knowing well that the director obviously wouldn’t believe if he said he hadn’t, in which he actually hadn’t.

The director scrabbled something on a paper before he cleared his throat and spoke.

“It says here you’re still single,” said the director, opening a folder with his photo on the front cover. “Are you living on your own, with a family member, or shared a house?”

“I’m living with a family member, Sir.”

“A brother?”

“A sister.”

The director cleared his throat again.

“What’s her occupation?”

“She’s a detective inspector.” Carter answered.

Just then Carter noticed a small smirk on the director’s face.

“Thank you, Carter. I think that would be all,” said the director, throwing a small smile.

Carter nodded curtly before he stood up from his seat.




“I’m sorry guys. I can’t perform my specialty, not with the director wondering around our ward.”

Carter had said in a tired and in apology tone of voice when no less than five mental patients had been dressed with straitjackets.

“I’ll take the last turn for my lunch break,” said Stephanie as she slumped on a chair in the nurse station. “My legs and arms need to hibernate.”

“Don’t bother going to the cafeteria. The director will be having lunch here with us at this station,” said Marc, when Carter stood up from his seat. “I’ve just been informed.”

Just then a trolley consisting four sets of lunch was being brought to the station, pushed by the director himself. He then handed the meals respectively to Marc, Stephanie, and Carter.

Carter exchanged looks with Marc and Stephanie.

“Please, make yourself comfortable,” said the director, before pulling a chair to himself and started unwrapping his meal. He added when Carter, Stephanie, and Marc didn’t make any move. “Haven’t your previous director engage a meeting lunch before?”

The three of them shook their heads, before pulling a chair respectively and started unwrapping their meals.

“Three nurses and twenty five mental patients.” The director started speaking whilst chewing on salad. “In the previous hospital where I work, one nurse handled three patients. Interesting number I found here.”

The director spoke again when he earned no reply.

“Either you’ve been consulting with psychics or patients here were extremely calm. I think it was the first, seeing what I’ve just observed for the past four hours,” said the director.

Carter shifted uncomfortably on his seat.

“A consult with psychic cost $5. Imagine how many you can save if you stop consulting to them. However, I understand the three of you will need to adjust. Therefore, this time tomorrow, this psychiatric ward will have five additional nurses. We’ll see if the nurse and patient ratio fits.” The director said again.

The rest of the lunch was spent with awkward silence. In the end the director got up from his seat, gave a small smile, and returned back to his office.




Carter hadn’t seen it coming. He was checking a patient who apparently had got himself choked when a plastic chair flew in the air of which one of the legs managed to hit Carter’s head, making him lose some balance and stumbled before the back of his head hit the floorboards. He was trying to get up when he felt a wave of extreme dizziness. He closed his eyes, in hope he could ease away the pain, and could barely be aware of the voices around him.

“Steph, get me the injection!” Carter heard Marc shouting.

There was another shouting before Carter heard footsteps running.

“Hold her still, Marc.” Carter heard Stephanie’s voice.


Carter heard a voice before he got straddled and both his cheeks got cupped by a pair of palms. Those palms then moved his head side to side repeatedly. He screamed when the dizziness worsened.

“Andrea, get off of him!” Carter heard Stephanie shouting.

The next moment he felt the weight on his stomach got lifted.




“Take care of Andrea. I’ve got him.” Adam instructed, before lifting the nurse into a sitting position. “Can you stand up?”

“I don’t think so.” The nurse replied, seemed to be holding back a pain on the back of his head.

Adam knew the nurse was fairly shorter than him, but he didn’t expect him to be this light when he lifted the nurse. Adam decided that he would just put the nurse down on a sofa in his private office so that he could make a quick examination before taking further action.

“Seemed that you just got yourself a mild concussion,” said Adam, examining both the nurse’s pupils carefully by flash lights.

Something popped in this mind.

“I need to call your sister. She’ll have to pick you up,” said Adam.

“I’ll just wait until the end of the shift, Sir. I can ask Marc to take me home,” said the nurse.

“Why?” Adam failed to hide the curiosity in the tone of his voice.

“She’s… busy,” said the nurse. He then added. “If you don’t mind can I just lay here for a while, Sir?

“Of course you can,” said Adam, after deciding that letting the nurse rest on the couch of his private office was not inappropriate.

Adam retrieved a blanket from the ward and tucked the nurse in after giving him two tablets of paracetamol. He then set himself behind his desk and opened his laptop, turning on the streaming media news and wearing a pair of headset so that he wouldn’t wake the nurse. His jaws dropped when he found the woman’s face appeared on it.

“If the killer is watching now, is there anything you’d like to say, Inspector Remington?” A news reporter next to her had asked before leaning the microphone towards the woman.

The woman turned to the camera and it surprised Adam when he was now looking at the same sharp look she gave him just thing morning.

“We’ll find you, you BASTARD!” was all the woman had said before the news reported spoke.

“That was a very clear message, Inspector Remington.” The news reporter had said before commercial advertisement took over the screen.

Five minutes later, Adam had read five articles from the internet about how four psychics have been murdered by apparently a serial killer and that the woman, whom he was happy to find was not married yet judging by the fact that she was using the nurse’s last name, was the one in charge to solve the case. He instinctively turned to the nurse when the realization hit him. The sudden change of behavior had been caused by how the woman had associated Adam despising psychics to the serial killer she was still trying to catch.

Adam was still overwhelmed by the epiphany when he noticed something blinking on the nurse’s front pocket. He came closer to examine it only to find it was the nurse’s cellphone vibrating an incoming call. He took out the phone and his heart skipped a bet as he saw the incoming picture on his phone. The Woman.




“How are you doing at work? I hope you’re not in trouble. Yet.”

Leah had asked the moment her phone got connected to Carter.

“Hm…” was all she got for a reply.

“This is the longest day of my life, waiting for the killer to strike in tonight. I got a bit bored so I decided to call you.”


“You seemed to be a bit preoccupied. You know what, I’ll call you later,” said Leah, feeling guilty.

“No, that’s fine. I was but am not now.”

“What happened to your voice?”

Leah heard a cough.

“Got a bit flu and headache.”

Another coughing.

“Take some medicine. You’re working in a hospital,” said Leah. “Or is the medicine different between the sane and insane ones?”

Leah heard a chuckle.




“I have to go,” said Adam over the phone when he noticed the nurse stirred.

“Okay, bye,” said the woman, before hanging up.

Adam quickly put the phone on his desk when the nurse got up into a sitting position.

“Still dizzy?” asked Adam worriedly, when the nurse put a hand on his head.

“Only when I move my head, Sir,” said the nurse.

“Try not to move it frequently,” said Adam. He then added. “Marc has already gone. He got a call from his sick mother.” He paused a while before continuing. “I can take you home.”

“If it doesn’t bother you, Sir…” said the nurse in a hopeful tone of voice.

“No, it’s not,” said Adam, trying to sound not very excited upon having the chance to getting to know better of the woman by visiting their house. He then added. “I guess you’ll be needing a wheel chair.”




When Carter finally could adjust his eyes, he realized he had been dozing off in the director’s private office. He felt a bit ashamed when he was pushed past the corridors and earned some several raised eye brows glances. However, it was nothing compared to the moment when he had to wait for the director to finish some paper work at the receptionist.

“You’ve been granted one week rest at home, but your sister needs to take you here for a check-up with me tomorrow,” said the director.

“I think she can do that,” said Carter, nodding. The next moment he felt an extreme ache on his head.

“I told you not to move your head frequently.” The director said in a reprimanding tone of voice, before he added. “Here is your medicine.”

“Thank you, Sir,” said Carter, who noticed that all his medicines were signed by the director himself.

Carter frowned when the director started to hum joyfully whilst they were inside the lift heading towards basement parking lot. When they arrived in front of a luxurious car, the director opened the passenger’s door and Carter slung his arm over the director’s shoulder as the director helped him. The movement from wheel chair to the passenger seat apparently cost him an extreme dizziness which forced him to close his eyes and tighten the grip on the director’s shoulder.

“Take your time.” He heard the director spoke close to him.

However, just when the dizziness started to fade away, few images wondered around Carter’s head. Apparently, he accidentally predicted that the director would see someone prying on his neighbor’s window. Just then he realized that he was witnessing a thief in action. When he finally opened his eyes, he felt a bit guilty to see beads of sweat on the director’s forehead. It must be quite a while the director stayed in such an awkward positon.

“I’m sorry, Sir,” said Carter, before quickly taking of his arm from the director’s shoulder.

“That’s fine,” said the director, before straightening up and closing the passenger’s door.

Carter frantically grope his uniform pocket in search of his cellphone but to no avail.




“I’m sorry to bother you again, Sir, but can we go back inside? I think I left my cellphone in your office and I really need to call my sister,” said the nurse in pleading voice.

Something popped into Adam’s head. He fished out his cellphone from his pocket suit.

“Here, use mine. I do hope you remember her number,” said Adam, as he handed his cellphone to the nurse.

The nurse took the phone and tapped the woman’s number. Adam held back the urge to raise his hands triumphantly. Now he had the woman’s number.

“She’s not answering, Sir,” said the nurse after the third attempt. He handed the phone and added. “I’ll get my phone and be back in five minutes.”

Just when Carter opened the car door, the extreme dizziness hit him again. He moaned in pain as he hold his head with both hands.

“Wait here. I’ll get it for you,” said Adam instinctively, before getting out of the car.




Carter waited for five minutes, which felt like hours.

“Here,” said the director, handing the cellphone through the passenger’s window before he walked around to occupy the driver’s seat.

“Leah,” said Carter, the moment the line got connected.

Just then he realized the director was sitting next to him.

“What is it, Carter?” asked Leah in a worried tone of voice over his cellphone.

“I… fell and got myself in a concussion,” said Carter.

“Oh my God, are you alright?” asked his sister in a worried tone. “Do you need me to send someone to pick you up at the hospital?”

“No. I’m actually being taken home,” said Carter.

“Do you need me to send someone to take care of you?” asked his sister.

“Yes,” said Carter speechless. He obviously couldn’t talk about the thief right then and there.

“I’ll see if Terry can help. Take care, Carter,” said his sister and Carter hung up the phone, making a mental note to call his sister again as soon as he got home alone.

Five minute later, his cellphone rang.




From his peripheral vision, Adam watched the nurse talked through his cellphone.

“Yeah, I will,” said the nurse, before he hung up.

“From your sister?” asked Adam, as he started the car engine.

The nurse nodded.

“What does she say?” asked Adam, in a curious tone of voice more than he cared for.

“Terry, the one who’ll be taking care of me, will come soonest at 7 pm,” said the nurse.

Adam looked at his watch. According to the GPS on the dashboard, the nurse will have to wait for Terry for another hour.

“I usually cook for dinner and I’ve already bought some ingredient. Seeing you’ll have to wait for her for another hour, I thought maybe I can cook for the three of us,” said Adam, after a pause and after contemplating the circumstances. He quickly reasoned as he saw the look on the nurse. “Besides, I’m a doctor. It’s been my nature to take care of patients.”

“There will be four,” said the nurse. “She brings along his son.”

“I think we should drop by the market. What I bought wouldn’t suffice for more than three people,” said Adam.

“We have some ingredients at home,” said the nurse quickly. “My sister cooks dinner when she’s not working overtime.”

They arrived at the nurse house ten minutes later. Adam then helped the nurse got out of the car and walked him towards the front door.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” said the nurse the moment they stepped into the living room.

“Do you need help?” asked Adam.

“No, I’m not,” said the nurse at once, almost snapping, before he quickly added. “I’ll be fine. Sir.”

Adam nodded understandingly. He knew too well that some patients were sensitive if offered for bathroom help. The next second, the nurse had fled and vanished behind a door.




“Are you home yet? Is everything okay?”

Leah had asked as soon as she picked up her phone, upon noticing her brother incoming call.

“Yeah. Listen, I have important thing to say to you. I meant to say it when I called you earlier but I couldn’t because the director was next to me.”

“He was the one taking you home?” Leah concluded in surprise.


“Why are you whispering?” asked Leah in suspicion.

“The director is in the kitchen. He’s cooking us dinner.”

“Come again?” asked Leah, unsure if she just misheard it.

“It’s a long story. I’ll explain later.”

“I thought you were keeping a low profile.”

“I am. He wouldn’t be cooking dinner in the kitchen if he’d known about me, would he?”

“Have you somehow befriended with the director?”

“He’s a doctor. It’s been his nature to take care of his patients.”

“In which you currently are?”

“Yes. I told you I just had an accident at the hospital and got myself a concussion.”

“Oo… kay,” said Leah, catching on.

“Back to that important thing I meant to say.” Her brother said in an impatient tone of voice. “I happened to accidentally predict the director. It happened when he was helping me move from wheel chair to his passenger’s seat. He will be witnessing a thief in action.”

“Are you sure?” asked Leah.

“What do you mean?” Her brother sounded confused.

“If I send someone to his neighborhood, I will be dragging your name into my report and people will know you’re a…” Leah looked around before she continued. “… a psychic. If not, I’ll have to wait until he calls the police,” said Leah.

“But he may not be calling the police.”

“Encourage him during dinner. Plant the idea of calling the police when he sees a thief,” said Leah.

“Hopefully it works. I’ve got to go back to him, or else he’ll get suspicious.”

Carter got back into the kitchen, only to find the director already took of his suit, rolled up his sleeve, and wearing an apron.

“Do you have basil?” He asked, whilst chopping the carrots on the cutting board.




“Cupboard above the sink, Sir.”

The nurse had replied when Adam asked for basil. Merely five seconds ago, Adam had quickly got back into the kitchen upon hearing the nurse’s footsteps from the other side of the room.

“You can drop the Sir. It’s awkward hearing you addressing me Sir when I’m cooking in your kitchen,” said the director.

Just then Adam realized he was the one who had started it all.

“Where do you live?” asked the nurse.

“At Green Mountain Residence,” said Adam.

“Thieves frequently come to that neighborhood,” said the nurse.

“Really?” said Adam, a bit surprised.

“You have to call the police when you see one. I mean, when you happen to see one,” said the nurse.

“I will,” said Adam. There was an awkward silence before Adam decided to come clean. Well, not entirely clean. “I happened to be looking at the pictures on the mantelpiece earlier and I was surprised to find that it was your sister who had saved me from a mugger this morning. That morning, I managed to offend her by saying how I despised psychics.”

Adam turned around and found the nurse was already looking at him, looking tense.

“Later on when I was watching streaming media news, I found that she was actually chasing a serial killer that has been killing psychics in this town,” said Adam. “She must’ve associated with the killer back then. That’s why she got offended.”

“She must be,” said the nurse. “Although her job is to protect those psychics, she doesn’t consult with one.”

Adam felt so relieved. Just then the doorbell rang.

“I’ll get it,” said Adam gesturing the nurse to stay where she was before quickly walked towards the front door.




“You must be Terry.”

Carter heard the director spoke after he heard a door being opened.

“My name is Adam. I’m Carter’s… colleague at the Everett Hospital.”

Carter heard the director, Terry, and Terry’s son exchanged pleasantries. The next minute, they joined him in the kitchen.

“I thought I could make dinner whilst waiting for you,” said the director, gesturing Terry and his son to take a seat on the dining table.

“Carter, how are you doing?” asked Terry in a worried tone of voice.

“I’m getting better. Thanks,” replied Carter.

Terry’s son had fled to the living room and settled there to watch television. Terry pulled a chair and leaned towards Carter.

“I didn’t know Leah has a boyfriend,” whispered Terry.

Carter suddenly felt very aware of the director’s existence in his kitchen.

“He’s not her boyfriend.” Carter whispered back.

“So he’s yours?” Terry shot a surprise look.

“Of course not.” Carter shot a glare.

“Then why is he cooking us dinner?” asked Terry.

Unfortunately, their secret conversation was cut by the director who was now arranging plates and cutlery. The next minute, the four of them were already settled on the dining table and conversed as they enjoyed the dinner meal. It didn’t take long before the subject turned to the killing of psychics.

“Frankly speaking, I don’t like psychics. Nonetheless, they didn’t deserve to be killed that way,” said Terry.

The director nodded approvingly.

“There are also psychics who are not making money out of their specialty. They indeed has chosen to live and earn out of their skill,” said Carter, feeling like standing up for himself unacknowledged.

“There must be,” said the director. “In which I value them more than I despise those who are.”

Carter turned his gaze to his plate when he felt the heat creeping up to his cheeks.

“Yeah, until they realize how easy it is to earn money with their specialty,” said Terry, scoffing. “My friend happened to be one of them.”

“Are you alright?” said the director suddenly.

“What? Yes, I am,” said Carter, when he realized the director was speaking to him.

“Your face is blushing. Do you have a fever?” asked the director.

Carter was about to speak but the director’s back hand was already on his forehead.

“You’re a little warm. Let me get my medical kit bag,” said the director, putting down his cutlery before he went into the living room to retrieve his medical kit bag. He then examined Carter’s pulse rate, his blood pressure, and his pupils with flash light. In the end, he pulled a thermometer out of Carter’s mouth and spoke as he looked at the numbers on the thermometer stick. “Nothing we should worry about.”

Just then the director’s cellphone rang.

“Excuse me, I need to take this call,” said the director before he went to the living room.

Terry shot a look at Carter, indicating she wanted to continue their secret conversation earlier.

“He’s a doctor. It’s been his nature to take care of patients,” said Carter, aware that he just repeated what the director had earlier.

“And he knows how it works,” said Terry, giving a meaningful smile.

“Of course he know how it works,” said Carter, rolling his eyes.

“No, you idiot. Don’t you see what he’s doing?” said Terry.

“Cooking dinner, examining me, and taking a call?” said Carter, getting confused.

“He’s trying to win your heart,” said Terry.

“No, he’s not,” said Carter sternly, getting agitated of where the conversation might lead.

“Yes he is, and the reason he’s doing it is because he wants to date your sister,” said Terry. “He’s your colleague and your sister is a famous detective inspector. How else would he get her?”

Just then Carter remembered how the director flirted with his sister in the images he had predicted.

Carter turned to the director, who had just returned to the dining table.

“Sorry, about that,” said the director. He then added as he looked at his watch. “I think it’s time for me to go back home.” The director turned to Terry. “Wake him up at 12 AM and 3 AM, to make sure he won’t go into coma. It tends to happen with patients who suffer from concussion. I’ll set my alarm and call you, to make sure he awakens.”

Terry and the director then exchanged phone numbers.

“I can do it myself,” said Carter, when the director started preparing and arranging his medicines on a small plate for him.

“That’s fine. This is just a doctor’s instinct to take care of a patient,” said the director. When he finished, he grabbed his jacket and bag and made his way to the front door.

“See you tomorrow with your sister, Carter,” said the director, nodding and smiling at both Terry and Carter.

Terry smiled smugly at Carter when the director had gone.




Adam was awaken by the sound of an alarm. He looked at the clock on his night stand which was showing 12 AM. He got up from the bed and walked towards her office desk to retrieve his phone. When he walked past the window, he noticed someone prying on the window of his neighbor’s. He then called the police.




Leah was looking at a headless body on the bed with a print-out picture of his face stabbed on his chest by a kitchen knife with a note. It was 7 AM in the morning and she was in one of a luxurious house in Green Mountain Residence.

“Who found the body?” Leah asked one police officer.

“The maid. She was about to clean the bedroom as usual when she found the body.” Was the reply she got from the officer.

Another police officer came to her and reported. “A neighbor called the police at 12 AM about witnessing a thief prying on the window at this very house. When it was confirmed, this guy said that he found no intruder in his house. He also said that it happened quite regularly to him seeing how people had envied the way he gained his money.”

“I want a sketch of what this neighbor witnessed. Send it to me asap.” Leah ordered. “Text me the neighbor’s name, occupation, and where he will be around 8 to 9 am today. Also tell this neighbor I’d like to speak to him around that time.”

Leah wasted no time but striding towards his panda car. This must be what his brother felt like when watching her weaponless and getting punched by the bank robber holding a gun, thought Leah whilst recalling the sentence written on the note along with the print-out picture of the victim.

Surprise! See if you can catch me after one variable of pattern is changed




Carter was awaken by the sound of running footsteps. When he opened his eyes, his bedroom door flung open.

“I’m taking you to the hospital now, Carter,” said his sister.

“It’s just mild concussion. One week rest will do me fine.” Carter replied.

“It’s for your safety,” said his sister sternly, dragging Carter to her panda car as delicate as he could bear the ache on his head.

“What safety? I’m safe here.” Carter looked confused.

Her sister sighed heavily.

“A psychic was killed last night, Carter,” said his sister. “And he isn’t the one we believed was going to be killed. He was the youngest. Apparently the killer knew that we’d already known the pattern.”

“No one knows I’m one except you and my friends at work,” said Carter.

“We don’t know if this killer befriends with any of your friends at work and we don’t know if any of your friends had accidentally let slip about your being a psychic.” His sister reasoned. “I know there are at least two psychics younger than you but I don’t want to take the risk.”




“But you said that all victims are highly famous psychics who had publicly transacted with their clients on posh restaurant or hotels and promoted their services through social network.” Her brother argued.

“I’m just taking a precaution, Carter. The killer is killing the psychics during sleep and I hope he hadn’t change the time pattern yet,” said Leah before she added. “And you have to close all your profiles on all social network websites.”

“You’re overreacting,” said her brother.

“Says you who predict me every morning just to know I’ll be okay.” Leah replied, before she added. “What are you doing?”

“Being overreacting, like you said earlier,” said her brother, whose left hand was already on Leah’s right shoulder.

Leah rolled her eyes. “You predicted me this morning.”

“I can’t predict you. My head aches trying to concentrate,” said her brother afterwards.

“It’s because of the concussion.” Leah reasoned.

“But I predicted the director yesterday,” argued her brother.

“Accidentally.” Leah pointed out.

“I’ll be needing a wheelchair,” said her brother when they arrived at the hospital parking lot. “I can’t bear to take the stairs and lifts are only allowed for the disabled.”




“Hi, Louise,” said Carter when his wheelchair stopped in front of the receptionist desk at the hospital lobby.

“Hi, Carter. I thought you’re resting at home,” replied Nurse Louise.

“Well.. that…” Carter glanced nervously at his sister.

“I need my brother to be admitted in this hospital,” said his sister sternly, stepping forward. “He had an accident yesterday and got himself a concussion.”

“Mr. Remington has consulted to a doctor. You need to contact the doctor for admittance.” Nurse Louise replied.

“Give me the doctor’s number,” said his sister, already taking out her cellphone.

“The doctor is actually our director,” said the receptionist in a threatening tone of voice.

“Good. You can fetch him for me. I believe he’s already here in this time around,” said his sister, placing his Sig Sauer P229 on the receptionist’s desk.

“Did you just threaten a nurse?” asked Carter, looking up at his sister the moment Louise had fled.

“It felt heavy carrying it at all times.” His sister reasoned, in which Carter caught a small smirk.




“There’s someone wants to see you, Sir. She’s Nurse Carter’s sister.”

Adam looked at his watch when Nurse Louise conveyed the message. He smiled happily because he had been waiting for this.

In less than a minute, Adam was already on his way towards the hospital lobby.

“How can I help you, Inspector?” asked Adam, trying to hide his excitement of finally meeting the woman.

“I need my brother to be admitted at his hospital,” said the woman. “He had a concussion.”




The director frowned.

“He’ll be fine resting at home for a week. I’ve also given him medicine,” said the director calmly, noticing the eye bags on the woman’s face.

“He has no one to look after him at night,” said the woman.

“He has you to look after him at night,” replied the director, and he quickly added when the woman opened her mouth to speak. “However, having a sister as a famous detective inspector who is busy chasing a serial killer is of course an exception. As for your contribution to this town, I personally will take care of your brother and prepare him with everything he needs.”

“I… thank you,” said the woman, seemed speechless.

“I despised psychics who earn their living out of their specialty but personally, I don’t think they deserved to be killed like that,” said the director. “I believe there are also psychics who are not making money in such way, in which I value them more than I despise those who are.”

The director spoke again.

 “I believe we haven’t introduced ourselves properly. My name is Adam Brennen, Head of Everett Hospital.” The director reached out his hand.

“Detective Inspector Leah Remington.” The woman replied, shaking hands with the director.

Just then the woman received a text from one of a police officer.

Adam Brennen. Head of Everett Hospital. Hospital.

“I need to speak with you right now,” said the woman.

“About witnessing the thief or your brother’s progress?” The director asked.

The nurse spoke when the woman frowned.

“Sorry, Leah, I forgot to tell you that you were supposed to have me check up with him,” said the nurse.

“Both then,” said the woman.

“Would you like to wait in my office whilst I go arrange about your brother?” asked the director.

“We can talk whilst we arrange him,” said the woman, looking over her watch. “I need to be somewhere else in thirty minutes.”

“Very well,” said the director, before taking the wheel chair and gesturing the woman to follow him.

“You know, Sir,” said the nurse. “A nurse can have me settled.”

The director looked at the nurse as if he had said something improper.

“I did promise Ms. Remington to take care of you,” said the director. “Besides, you can drop the Sir. In this circumstances, I’m your doctor and you’re my patient.”

At this point, the nurse started to believe what Terry had said yesterday. The director turned when the woman spoke.

“Any reason why you suddenly woke up in the middle of the night?” The woman tried to nail the director with the question.

“I didn’t suddenly wake up. I set the alarm to wake up at that time,” replied the director.


“Because he needed to call Terry to make sure she would wake me, which she did.” The nurse answered.

“Your brother had a concussion. He needed to be woken up every several hours so we know he wouldn’t go into coma,” explained the director, before he added in what he hoped sounded sincere. “I’m a doctor. It has been my instinct to take care of sick people.

“Thank you for what you did to make brother,” said the woman.

“You’re very welcome,” said the director, smiling and nodding.

“We strongly believe that the one you thought was a thief whom you witnessed prying on your neighbor’s window is a serial killer that has killed psychics,” said the woman. “Apparently, your calling the police was considered a joke from irresponsible youngsters who had been envying the victim, considering it happened quite frequently seeing how the victim had been earning money to support his life.”

“I hope there’s something more I can help,” said the director.

“Your description about the suspect already helped much,” said the woman.

Just then the woman’s cellphone rang.

“I’m sorry, Carter. I need to go,” said the woman to the nurse.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take care of him,” said the director to the woman.

There was a pause when the director was looking at the woman. The woman eventually nodded before she turned around and left the hospital.




“Need a help?”

Carter was coping with the ache on his head after returning from the bathroom and trying to get into his hospital bed when someone asked him.

“No, thanks. It’ll stop in a minute,” said Carter, pointing at his head whilst firmly gripping his hospital bed side rails. “On a second thought, I think I need help,” said Carter when the pain didn’t seem to go away and the man was about to leave the room.

“Put your arm on my shoulder,” said the man.

Just then Carter gasped.

“Easy now,” said the man, trying to support Carter whose knees suddenly felt weak.

“What’s your name?” asked Carter, swallowing hard.

“Tedbury. James Tedbury,” said the man with a polite smile, reaching out his hand at Carter after helping him got into the hospital bed. “I just visited my father.”

“Thank you, Mr. Tedbury,” said Carter with trembling hands.

Carter grabbed his phone on the table next to him after the man had left the room. A sweat fall from his forehead as he searched for his sister’s name on his phone.




“Leah. The killer’s is Tedbury. James Tedbury. I shared a room with his sick father. I happened to accidentally predict him when he was helping me got into my hospital bed.”

Tedbury, thought Leah. Why did the name sound familiar to her?

“You have to catch this guy, Leah. He will kill another psychic tonight.”

“This information will cost you your job, Carter. I feel bad taking credit out of it,” said Leah.

“The fuck with my job, Leah. This man is horrible. I don’t think I’d be able to sleep after seeing how he kills the victim...”

Just then Leah heard her name being called out.

“I have to hang up. The chief called me.”

“Catch this damn killer, Leah,” said her brother, before he hung up.




Carter was watching the news when the director came into his ward at lunch time the following day.

“Shouldn’t a nurse do this, Doctor?” asked Carter, when it turned out that the director had brought and arranged his lunch meal on the hospital table.

“I did promise Ms. Remington that I will take care of his brother personally,” said the director.

They both turned at the television when it was showing live broadcast of his sister and a team of policemen in the killer’s basement, where evidence of severed heads were clearly displayed before they got blurred the next second due to broadcasting policies.

“Your sister finally caught the killer,” said the director.

Carter swallowed hard. He knew that it less than twenty four hours, him being a psychic helped catching the killer would leak out, local newspaper would have his face on the front cover, and he would have to issue a resignation to the director who had just pulled a plastic chair next to his bed.

The director cleared his throat.

“His boyfriend must be very proud,” said the director.

“No, he’s not,” said Carter.

“Why?” asked the director.

“Because he has no boyfriend,” said Carter. “Not that I know of.”

Just then Carter saw a small smirk on the director’s face.

“But he has a psychic as a brother and you are looking at him right now,” said Carter, deciding to come clean.




“You’re a psychic?”

Adam threw a surprise look at the nurse, having just heard the shocking piece of information.

“Stephanie and Marc haven’t been consulting with psychics and the patients haven’t been extremely calm. I have been using my skills predicting them every morning,” said the nurse.

“For free?”

“I think it’s clearly obvious those mental patients can’t pay,” said the nurse.

Adam was still overwhelmed by this information when the nurse spoke again.

“I’ll have my resignation letter this time tomorrow,” said the nurse.

“You don’t have to because I’m firing you right now,” said Adam. He quickly added as he saw the look on the nurse’s face. “Then I’ll be hiring you as a psychic.”

“What?” The nurse looked taken aback.

“I’ll double your salary. That way, I don’t have to hire five more nurses for the psychiatric ward.” Adam reasoned.

“I enjoy what I do. For the predicting part, I’m totally okay with it,” said the nurse.

“But it’s not fair,” said Adam.

“I never want to earn from this particular skill of mine,” said the nurse.

Adam looked at the nurse, as if it was the first time he looked at him.

“Well then,” said Adam. “Your secret is safe with me.”

“I don’t count on it,” said the nurse with sad face.

“Why?” asked Adam, puzzled.

“The killer happens to be his son.” The nurse nodding towards an old man lying on a hospital bed next to him. “I accidentally predicted him when he was helping me, leading me to know that he was the killer. I then contacted my sister. This time tomorrow, people will know who I am.”

“You can tell your sister not to tell anyone that it was you who actually found the killer,” said Adam.

“Unless she finds the motive, she would have to put my name on her paperwork,” said the nurse.

Just then the woman walked into a room, holding a newspaper.




“I bet my face is already on the front cover,” said the nurse, nodding at the newspaper. He quickly added when the woman threw a nervous look at the director. “Don’t worry. He already knows I’m a psychic.”

The woman raised her eyebrows. The director shrugged. The woman then handed the newspaper to the nurse. The director poked from behind the nurse’s shoulder as the nurse opened the pages of the newspaper on his lap.

“I can’t find my name anywhere.” The nurse spoke in a puzzled tone of voice, after having scanned all the articles on the newspaper related to psychics’ serial killing.

“It’s because I didn’t mention your name in the report,” said the woman smugly.




Leah recalled of the moment when her brother finally revealed her about the killer. Right after her brother had hung up, the chief superintendent had called her.

“Listen, Inspector.” The chief had said. “If you can’t solve this case and find the killer in the next twenty four hours, we will take this case to the higher level.”

“I have a suspect, Sir,” Leah had said when the chief was about to leave. She had braced herself, knowing she was about to make her brother jobless. “My brother. He’s…” Leah had trailed off. Just then the realization had hit her.

“He’s what?” The chief had asked, getting impatient.

“Investors.” Leah had blurted.

“I’m sorry?” The chief now had looked puzzled.

Leah had turned to the chief and had spoken. “All this time it never occurred to us to search for the motive from investors considering their fondness to use psychic service for the prosperity of their business. However, Tedbury was an exception. Over a decade ago, a psychic wrongly predicted his business or he misinterpreted what the psychic had told him that he went bankrupt. Tedbury sued the psychic but to no avail.” Leah had gulped nervously, knowing she would be lying the next second to the chief. “I know this because he’s currently sick and is placed next to my brother who I got him admitted to the hospital last night. I happened to see his son who fits with the description of the one Mr. Brennen had mistaken as a thief prying on his neighbor’s window.”




“You solved the case without my help?” The nurse spoke with a proud smile at the woman.

“On the contrary,” replied the woman, who seemed lost in her memory a minute ago. “With your help, I’d been able to put the pieces together and find the motive that had been driving me crazy solving this case. You found the killer, I found the motive.”

“And with your help, will Ms. Remington agree of my asking her out of a dinner tonight?” asked the director to the nurse.

“You don’t need my help for that,” said the nurse.

The woman blushed, the director glanced nervously towards the woman, and the nurse smiled in satisfaction.










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