The Expected Murder

Hey! Sruthi wished Trilochan.

Hello Madam. You became so busy nowadays. Weekly column. Own stories. Someone is growing. Trilochan said and giggled.

Sruthi cheeks became red with the compliments. Nothing Yaar. The crime column is for four weeks only. If readership increases my editor gives an extension.

The waiter served coffee to them. Trilochan took a sip of coffee. I have a lead if you want. 

Sruthi laughed at him. Really? Who? Her lips can show the anxiety.

Sowmya Balachandran. He said.

Sruthi almost dropped the coffee cup in the excitement. Do you mean that murder mystery writer Sowmya?

Shit. It will be breaking news. Whom she murdered? Sruthi asked him.

First of all, we do not have any photo evidence. But I got information about her crimes. She murders someone familiar to her fictional characters. She believes it is her inspiration.

He said and paid the bill.

So, she is killing someone in real life and writing it as fiction. Don't you think the police can't track her activities? Sruthi is in dilemma.

I don't know. But you can observe her if you want. It might help for your column. He answered.

Sure. Sruthi thanked and left towards the exit.

''The player is ready". He messaged a private number on phone.