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The Case of the Broken Hearts – Chapter 1

Posted by cyberpfalcon on July 31, 2012

The phone rang on the nightstand. It rang over and over again until Sheryl Holmes finally woke up and picked it up.

Angrily, she yelled into the phone, “Alright, what’s so important that you had to called me in the middle of the night?!”

“Sheryl, it’s Mike.”

Sheryl paused for a moment to calm down and to wake up. “Are you sending me on a case?”

“Yes.”

“But it’s 2 in the morning!”

“Well, I don’t dictate when people commit crimes. If I did, they wouldn’t happen at all.”

“Alright, alright, where am I going this time?”

And that’s how Sheryl found herself in front of the Wolfe Estates, a gated community for the wealthy, at half past 2 in the morning.

Sheryl stepped out of the taxi and headed towards one of the police officers standing guard in front of the gate and identified herself and her purpose for being there. While the officer was confirming her identity, Sheryl approached the security guard that was on duty. “So, you’re the security guard for this neighbourhood?”

“Yeah. Well, one of them, I stayed at the station next to the gate while my partner was patrolling the area.”

“Well, did you let anyone in or out around the time of the murder?”

“Nope.”

“Okay, thanks.”

“No problem, officer.”

“Oh no, I’m just a consultant.” Sheryl handed the security guard her business card, which proudly read, “Sheryl Holmes’ 221B Baker Detective Agency”. “Call me if you have anything you need investigated.”

The police officer from earlier walked up to Sheryl, “Okay, ma’am, you’ve been cleared. Here’s your I.D. Badge.”

Sheryl put the badge around her neck, and the officer guided her to the body.

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The Case of the Missing Cat

Posted by cyberpfalcon on July 17, 2012

Sheryl put down the newspaper and let out a satisfied grin. The headline of the article that she was reading said, “Private Detectives Help Catch Weapons Smugglers”, and the article described how Sheryl and Marlowe had helped the police round up members of a weapons smuggling ring. It didn’t go into much detail, of course, since the witnesses had to be protected, but the important thing was that Sheryl had some positive publicity going for her now.

“The cases should start rolling in!” she thought to herself as she ate a piece of candy.

The doorbell rang, startling Sheryl. She walked to the door and stared out the peephole to find a little girl outside her door.

Puzzled, she opened the door. Smiling at the little girl, Sheryl said, “What are you doing here, little girl?”

The little girl held up the newspaper, showing the very same article that Sheryl was reading earlier. “Are you Ms. Sheryl Holmes?”

“Yes, I am, but you can call me Holmes.”

The little girl put the newspaper back into her bag. “Why would I call you that?”

“Well, because that’s what everyone called Sherlock Holmes.”

“Who’s that?”

Sheryl stood there for a moment as she was taken aback by the fact that the little girl didn’t know who her idol was. Finally, she said, “He is one of the greatest detectives in the world, and my idol.”

The little girl pondered this information for a moment. Then she said, “Oh, then maybe I should go to him instead, do you know where he lives?”

Sheryl paused again, realizing that she should have explained things a bit better, “Oh, sorry there, I should have been more clear about this. He’s just a character in some stories that I love.”

“Oh…” The little girl looked disappointed, but she perked up again with a renewed sense of determination, “Then will you help me, Ms. Sheryl?”

Sheryl sighed again at yet another person refusing to call her by her surname. “Alright, what do you need help with?”

“I would like to hire you to find my cat!” The little girl then fumbled around in her pocket and took out what was probably her total savings at this point, “I have twelve dollars!”

The two of them stood in silence for a moment, as the girl eagerly waited for Sheryl to take her money and help her.

“Well,” said Sheryl, “my fee is usually a lot higher than twelve dollars.”

Tears started showing at the bottom of the little girl’s eyes. “So you won’t help me?”

Sheryl panicked a little as the little girl’s eyes started to swell up. “No, no! Of course I’ll help you!”

The little girl sobbed, “But this is all I have!”

“Well, this case is on me, okay?” Sheryl patted the girl’s head.

The little girl dried her tears and smiled, “Really? Thanks, Ms. Sheryl!”

“Well then, come inside and tell me about your case.”

Sheryl and the little girl walked into the living room and sat down onto the sofa.

“Would you like a piece of candy?” asked Sheryl, pointing to the bowl of candy on the coffee table.

“Yes!” The little girl excitedly grabbed one of the pieces of candy. She then unwrapped the candy delightfully and put it into her mouth.

“So, what’s your name?” asked Sheryl.

“Samantha!” the little girl replied with a delighted voice.

“So, Samantha, tell me about your missing cat.”

Samantha dug into her bag and pulled out a poster. The poster was headlined with the word “Missing”, underneath that was a picture of the cat and an address and phone number.”This is Annabell! We named her that because she wears a bell!”

Sheryl smiled at the innocent pun. “So, what happened?”

“A few days ago, I was playing with Annabell in the front yard, when her collar broke, I went in to get her a new one. Then as I was coming back out, I saw a stranger through the window and I looked outside. She picked up Annabell and drove away in her car.” Tears welled up in Samantha’s eyes again as she remembered what happened, “I ran out, but they were gone by the time I got out.”

Sheryl grabbed a tissue and handed it to the little girl. “This stranger, what did she look like?”

“I don’t know, she had short blonde hair, that’s all I could really see.” Samantha said while sobbing. She wiped her tears and snot with the tissue that Sheryl had handed her.

“What did your parents say?”

“They didn’t believe me, they just thought that Annabell had run off.” Samantha was calming down again. “We made these posters, but the kidnapper won’t give Annabell back so easily. So while my parents weren’t looking, I snuck out to find you!”

The girl then turned to face Sheryl and smiled as she said this. Sheryl stared back with a bewildered expression as it sunk into her that a missing child was now sitting beside her while the parents were probably worried and running around everywhere, trying to find their child.

Finally, Sheryl reacted, “Samantha, let’s get you home first.”

“So that you can take a look at the crime scene?”

“That’s right! But first, let me call your parents.”

Sheryl dialled the number on Samantha’s poster. Unfortunately, no one answered, so Sheryl left a message saying that she was bringing Samantha back to her home.

Sheryl sighed and put down the phone. However, it was then that Sheryl’s phone rang. “Sorry, hang on for another minute, Samantha.”

Sheryl picked up the phone and answered, “Hello, Sheryl Holmes’ 221B Ba-”

“I have a case for you, Sheryl.” Mike’s voice came through the phone.

“Oh, hi Mike. Sorry, I kinda have a case already.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

After a brief pause filled with disbelief, Mike replied, “Okay, well, my detectives can handle it without you then. What sort of case is this?”

“Well, it’s a case of the missing cat.”

“Oh, so you were hired by some rich old lady to go look for a cat?”

“… No, it’s just a little girl.”

There was a pause on the telephone. Sheryl could feel Mike’s anger through the phone, she quickly said, “Well, at least having a case is better than having no case?”

There was another pause before Mike’s voice came through the phone again. “Goodbye, Sheryl.”

The call disconnected and Sheryl put the phone down, still feeling the aftereffects of Mike’s suppressed disappointment about the case.

Samantha tugged Sheryl’s sleeve. “Can we go now, Ms. Sheryl?”

Snapping back to reality, Sheryl got up. “Alright, let’s go find your cat.”

***

Sheryl and Samantha got out of the bus. As soon as the two stepped off the bus, Sheryl saw posters of Annabell.

Or at least, what looked like Annabell. Some of the posters were of Annabell, however, there were also some that were of another cat. The name of this other missing cat was Shirley, and the address was one that was in the same neighbourhood that they were in. As far as Sheryl could tell though, the two cats were nearly identical. The only difference was that Annabell was wearing a bell.

“I guess someone else is missing their cat too.”

“Yeah, these posters were up a couple of days before Annabell went missing too.” Samantha paused for a moment, then, an idea popped into her head and she gasped. “Maybe she was also kidnapped by the same person that kidnapped Annabell!”

“Maybe…” Sheryl replied as she stared at the poster of Shirley, noting down the address, phone number, and other details on her notepad.

The two girls headed to Samantha’s house. They walked up the front porch and Samantha pulled out her key. As soon as they entered the house, a woman’s voice came rushing down the hall. “Samantha! Samantha, is that you?”

A woman ran down the hallway. As soon as she reached Samantha, she gave her an intense hug of relief. “Don’t run off like that again! I was so scared!”

“I- I’m sorry, mom.” Samantha said, her voice full of guilt.

“Samantha! You’re alright!” A man walked down the hallway where the woman came from, carrying a squirming cat in his arms. “Look who we found.”

“Annabell!” Samantha yelled out her friend’s name and her eyes gleamed.

The cat squirmed out of the man’s arms and ran away. Seeing this, Samantha chased the cat down the hallway and into the living room. “Wait, Annabell! It’s me!”

“You must be Sheryl Holmes.” The man extended his hand. “I am Nick, and this is my wife, Jean. Thank you for looking after our girl.”

Sheryl shook Nick’s hand.

Jean then grabbed Sheryl’s hand and held it gratefully. “Yes, thank you very much for bringing her back, we were so worried.”

“Oh, it’s no problem, I’m just glad that Samantha got Annabell back.”

Jean gestured towards the living room. “Please, come inside and have some tea with us.”

Sheryl agreed and the three headed into the living room, where Samantha was holding a collar with a bell attached to it. The cat, on the other hand, was hissing at her in the corner.

“C’mon Annabell, it’s me, Samantha!” The little girl pleaded with the cat, with tears welling up in her eyes.

Jean walked over to Samantha, “Oh honey, don’t cry. Annabell must just still be in shock from getting lost. She was squirmy too when your dad and I found her.”

Sheryl thought for a moment, “Is your cat usually squirmy?”

“No!” said Samantha, “Annabell usually isn’t like this!”

“Hmm,” Sheryl looked at the cat. “Does Annabell have any distinctive features?”

“What do you mean?” ask Jean.

“Like something to tell her apart from the other cats of the same breed.”

“Well, she does have a scar on her left side, but you can’t see it under the fur though.”

“Could you make sure that she still has the scar?”

“Well, of course she does.” Jean walked over to the cat and grabbed her. The cat tried to squirm away, but Jean held on as she checked for Annabell’s scar.

Jean parted the fur and tried to locate the scar, but after a few minutes, she realized, “There… isn’t a scar. This isn’t Annabell….”

“What?!” cried Samantha, “Where’s Annabell then?”

Samantha’s face fell, and she started sobbing.

Sheryl knelt down so that she and Samantha were at eye level, and she wiped Samantha’s tears with her hands. “Don’t worry, Samantha, I think I know where your cat is.”

Samantha opened her eyes, “You do?”

“Yes, just let me make a phone call.”

Sheryl got back up and Jean went over to comfort Samantha. Taking her phone out, Sheryl dialled the number that she saw on Shirley’s missing poster.

The phone rang a few times before a woman picked up. “Hello?”

“Hi, this is Sheryl Holmes, are you Shirley’s owner?”

“Yes, yes I am.”

“Well, I think we have your cat.”

“That’s not possible, I have Shirley right here.”

“Has she been acting differently since you brought her back?”

The woman paused for a bit before replying, “Well, she has been acting uncomfortable.”

“Where did you find your cat?”

“She was on someone’s lawn in my neighbourhood.”

It was obvious, now, that Shirley’s owner must have been the one that Samantha saw take Annabell away. Without her bell on, Annabell looked just like Shirley, leading Shirley’s owner to think that Annabell was Shirley.

Sheryl explained the situation, and the woman on the other end of the phone confirmed that there was indeed a scar on the cat that she had.

The two cats were each returned to their proper owners, and a few hours later, Sheryl finished the cup of tea that Jean had made while Samantha played happily with Annabell, who now had her bell back on.

Sheryl got up to leave, “Well, thank you for the tea. I should get going now.”

At the door, Nick and Jean thanked Sheryl again, and Samantha held out the twelve dollars she had offered earlier, “It’s for you, Ms. Sheryl!”

“Oh, don’t worry about it, this one’s on me.”

Samantha shook her head, and with a huge smile on her face, she said, “It’s to help you become a great detective!”

Sheryl looked at Samantha’s earnest face and smiled. “Okay then, thanks.”

She patted the little girl’s head and received her payment. Then, she placed a piece of candy in Samantha’s hand and walked out the door, waving goodbye.

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So that was the second Sheryl Holmes story, hope you enjoyed it! Since it’s the end of the case, there will be another one week break, so the next Sheryl Holmes story will be posted on July 31st.

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The Case of the Smuggler’s Wife – Epilogue

Posted by cyberpfalcon on July 6, 2012

The night had fallen. It was a few hours after the arrest of Brett Summers.

Marlowe sat on his chair behind his desk, drinking another glass of scotch. Sheryl, on the other hand, had made herself at home on his sofa, where she was eating candy, drinking coffee, and playing on her portable game console.

Sheryl’s phone rang, and she answered it with a simple, “Hello?”

She listened for a little bit before responding, “Yes, I’m still in his office. I’ll tell him, thanks Watson.”

Now a bit cheered up from the news that she heard, she put her phone away and announced, “They got Scotty back. They were also able to catch a lot of Brett’s accomplices in the smuggling ring, including the boss, and Brett is going to testify.”

Not really cheered up, Marlowe stared at his glass of scotch before responding, “Good.”

Knowing that it was time to go, Sheryl finished her coffee and packed up her stuff. She was about to unwrap yet another piece of candy when she stopped.

Instead, she walked over to Marlowe’s desk and placed the piece of candy in front of him. “I know you’re upset about your client, Marlowe. I also know that you know that it wasn’t your fault, but yet, you can’t help feeling like you’re to blame for at least a part of it. However, at least Brett is turning over a new leaf and Scotty is safe.”

Marlowe looked up from his glass. They stared at each other for a moment.

Sheryl broke off the stare and walked towards the door, “Good night, Marlowe.”

She walked out the door, leaving Marlowe with his drink.

Marlowe stared at his drink again, before drinking the rest of it in one big gulp.

Finished with his drink, he picked up the piece of candy that Sheryl left on his desk. He looked at it for a moment and smiled a little. Then, he unwrapped the piece of candy and ate it.

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The Case of the Smuggler’s Wife – Chapter 11

Posted by cyberpfalcon on July 3, 2012

There was a silence in the air as Brett finished his story.

Detective Watson did the only thing that he could do. He walked over to Brett Summers and arrested him. “Brett Summers, you’re under arrest. We’ll send men to rescue your son as soon as you tell us where your boss is keeping him.”

Watson cuffed Brett’s hands. He then gave Marlowe a glare. “I should arrest you too, Marlowe.”

Marlowe glared back with his fists clenched, “If you had let him talk to me alone in the first place, this wouldn’t have happened, ‘Detective’.”

The two men glared at each other for what seemed like ages. Finally, Watson walked towards the door with Brett Summers in tow. “Are you coming, Sheryl?”

Sheryl shook her head, “No, I’ll stay here. My role in this case is over.”

“Alright then, thank you for your help on this one, Sheryl… and Marlowe.”

And with that, Detective Watson left with Brett Summers.

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The Case of the Smuggler’s Wife – Chapter 10

Posted by cyberpfalcon on June 28, 2012

“After Marlowe left the bar last night,” Brett recalled, “the boss called me. He told me that he had Scotty.”

“Why did he take your son?” asked Sheryl.

“He found out what Virginia was doing. He said that the only way for Scotty to be safe was for me to kill Virginia, recover the evidence, and then take the fall for him.”

Marlowe grimaced at the fact that his involvement had gotten an innocent child kidnapped.

Brett continued, “So I rushed home to find the babysitter tied up, and of course, Scotty was nowhere to be seen.”

“As far as the babysitter knows, the whole thing was just a robbery, she never saw them take Scotty. I convinced her that Scotty was sleeping upstairs and that I would call the police, so she left. I then used my phone to track Virginia’s phone, we have this GPS app.”

Brett paused to catch his breath as he was about to tell the climax of his story, “I found her in that alleyway, talking to Marlowe. So I waited until you left, and then I went up to her…”

Brett paused again, as he recalled the last words that he said to his wife as he pointed his gun at her forehead: “I’m sorry, Virginia…, it’s for Scotty.”

He closed his eyes, painfully remembering what happened that night, and told the detectives the foregone conclusion to his story, “And I shot her.”

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The Case of the Smuggler’s Wife – Chapter 9

Posted by cyberpfalcon on June 26, 2012

Sheryl and Watson sat on one of the couches across from Brett as Marlowe poured two glasses of scotch. One for himself and one for Brett, the other two didn’t want any. Marlowe walked over to the smaller couch that was at one of the short ends of the coffee table. He placed Brett’s scotch on the coffee table. He then sat down on the couch and took a sip of scotch from his own glass.

Brett grabbed the glass and took a long sip of his own. When he was done, he let out a long and tired sigh. Then he muttered, “Virginia…”

“When I last saw Virginia,” said Marlowe, “I handed to her the evidence that I had collected of your… activities. She said to me that she hoped that she wouldn’t have to use it. She said that she’d try to convince you to turn yourself in, so that your family would have a happy ending. So tell us, Brett, what happened?”

Brett stared at his scotch for a little bit. Then he drank all of it in one gulp and put the glass down onto the coffee table. He stared at the melting ice for a moment before saying, “I killed Virginia.”

Watson started to get up, but Sheryl pulled him back down, stopping him from interrupting Brett’s confession. Marlowe, on the other hand, seemed to have an angry expression on his face after confirmation that the killer of his client was sitting on his couch.

Brett continued, “Last night, after Marlowe and I talked in the bar, I followed him. I saw him talk with Virginia, and then when he left…”

Brett paused for a moment, remembering what he did, “I shot her.”

Marlowe was outright angry now, and he was about to get up, but Sheryl stopped him, “Brett… I know you still care for her, why did you kill her?”

“I didn’t want to! She was going to turn me over to the cops! The woman that I loved was going to betray me, so I…” Brett was breathing hard now after that outburst.

Watson got up and took out a pair of handcuffs. “Alright, Mr. Summers, you’re under arrest, anyth-”

“Hold on, Watson,” interrupted Sheryl.

“What is it now, Sheryl?!”

Sheryl looked at the murder suspect in front of them and ask him, “Where is your son, Brett?”

There was a pause as Brett looked up, shocked. He stuttered, “He- he- I dropped him off at my mother’s.”

“That’s impossible, Brett, your mother is in Paris,” said Sheryl as she recalled the postcard in the Summers residence with the Eiffel Tower on it.

“I- I-” Brett tried to think of something to say, but he couldn’t.

Suddenly, Marlowe got up and punched Brett in the face, surprising Sheryl and Watson enough to make them spring off the couch.

Watson yelled, “What are you doing, Marlowe?!”

Ignoring the policeman, Marlowe punched Brett again, and this time Brett fell onto the floor. Standing over the his client’s husband, Marlowe said, “My client… Your wife! Your wife is dead! All your wife wanted to do was protect you and your son. If your son is in danger, then you need to tell us, right now! Tell us the truth so that the police can help. There is no guarantee that your son will be safe even if you take the fall! So tell us the truth!”

The three detectives waited as Brett picked himself up. He looked at them, and started to tell them the truth.

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The Case of the Smuggler’s Wife – Chapter 8

Posted by cyberpfalcon on June 22, 2012

Sheryl, Watson, and Marlowe chased Brett Summers into an alleyway. At the sight of the oncoming dead end, Brett took out his gun and turned around. Seeing this, Marlowe pushed Sheryl behind the cover of the left wall and Watson dove behind the right wall, just as Brett Summers fired a shot.

Marlowe and Watson took out their own guns and started firing back at Brett Summers, who dove behind a dumpster for cover. It was in the middle of this gunfight that Sheryl started tugging on Marlowe’s jacket to get his attention.

“What is it, Holmes? I’m trying to protect us here.”

“Stop firing!”

Marlowe paused for a second at the strange request. “What?”

“I want to try talking to him.” With that, Sheryl pulled Marlowe back and started walking out into the open to talk to Brett, “Mr. Summers, I-”

Marlowe quickly pulled Sheryl back into cover just as a bullet from Brett’s gun narrowly missed her.

“Okay, listen Holmes!” Marlowe’s face could barely contain the mix of anger and worry that he was feeling at that moment. “If you want to talk to him, at least do it from behind cover, okay? I’ll stop firing.”

“Thank you, Marlowe.”

“Watson!” Marlowe yelled at the police detective to try to get his attention.

“What?!” Watson yelled back as he fired off another shot.

“Stop firing, Sheryl wants to talk to the guy!”

Upon hearing this, there was a puzzled expression on Watson’s face, but being used to Sheryl’s plans, he stopped firing.

Behind the safety of the dumpster, Brett also stopped firing, confused about why nobody was shooting at him anymore.

Sheryl, behind the safety of cover this time, yelled, “Brett? Listen to me, my name is Sheryl Holmes, but you can call me Holmes.”

From behind the dumpster, Brett yelled back, “What do you want, Sheryl?”

Sheryl sighed at yet another person refusing to call her by her surname. She recomposed herself and yelled across the alleyway again, “Look, Brett, we’re sorry that my friend overreacted, but we want to help you.”

“And why would you want to do that?”

“I know you still love you wife, Brett. You’re still wearing your wedding ring, that’s proof of that,” yelled Sheryl. “I don’t know how your wife got killed, but if you tell us the truth, I’m sure that we can help you.”

Marlowe joined in, yelling, “She’s right, Brett. Virginia was my client. It’s my duty now to find out what happened to her. Let us help you.”

There was a pause as Brett considered their words.

Finally, he stood up and walked out into the open with his hands up, “Alright, I’ll tell you the truth.”

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The Case of the Smuggler’s Wife – Chapter 7

Posted by cyberpfalcon on June 19, 2012

Watson parked his car in front of Marlowe’s office and, sure enough, the three found a man waiting for them in front of Marlowe’s Private Investigations.

Sheryl, Watson, and Marlowe got out of the car and walked up to the man. The man spotted them and walked up to Marlowe, “So you’re Mr. Marlowe?”

Marlowe replied, “Marlowe is my given name actually, but yes, I am Marlowe. Good to see you again, Brett.”

Marlowe and Brett shook hands. Brett then gestured with his left hand (on which Sheryl caught a glimpse of a wedding ring) towards the door and asked, “Can we talk alone?”

“Sure, let’s go in-” Marlowe began.

This time, it was Watson’s turn to interrupt someone. Frustrated by yet another flagrant breach of procedures, he took out his police badge. “Alright, that’s enough! You’re coming with me, Mr. Summers. We have reason to believe that-”

In response to that, Brett Summers ran.

Frustrated by Watson, Sheryl asked with a glare, “You just had to do that, didn’t you, Watson?”

The three detectives ran after their suspect, with Watson yelling, “Freeze!”

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The Case of the Smuggler’s Wife – Chapter 6

Posted by cyberpfalcon on June 14, 2012

The three walked up to the Summers’ house.

Watson walked up to the door and knocked on it three times, “Brett Summers, this is the police, open up.”

The three stood there for a little bit before Watson knocked on the door three times again, “If anyone is in there, this is the police, please open up.”

The three stood there for a little bit again, but there was no answer. Watson concluded that, “Well, looks like no one’s home.”

Taking some tools out of a pocket that didn’t have candy in it, Sheryl knelt down in front of the lock to the door, “Well, looks like a perfect chance to go in then.”

Angered by yet another blatant breaking of the rules, Watson protested against this, “What?! You can’t do that, Sheryl, we don’t have a search warrant! And what good will it do us anyways? We need Brett Summers here to question him!”

Marlowe agreed,” Agreed, we need to question him.”

Watson caught onto Marlowe’s hidden meaning, “No, Marlowe, I do not mean your special brand of questioning.”

The door clicked, and Sheryl opened the door. Before going in, she said, “Look, boys, I’m going to go in and take a look around. This will help us understand the Summerses a bit better. You two can stay here if you want.”

With that, Sheryl went in.

“… I guess you’re right,” Marlowe shrugged and went into the house too.

Watson watched as the two disappear into the house, calling after them, “This isn’t procedure! This is completely- … You guys aren’t even listening anymore, are you?”

Not getting a response, the poor detective put his hands into his pockets and stood beside the door, “Right, I’ll just wait here then…”

While Watson waited outside, Marlowe and Sheryl looked around inside the Summers residence.

Sheryl commented, “Very normal for a weapons smuggler’s home.”

“They’re normal human beings too, Holmes,” said Marlowe.

Sheryl walked over to a table with a computer on it, and spotted a postcard with a picture of the Eiffel Tower. She picked it up and flipped it over, reading the message that was on it:

Hi Brett and family,
Wish you guys could see the Eiffel Tower too!

Love,
Mom

Putting the postcard back down, Sheryl looked at the computer screen.

“I think Brett is at your office, Marlowe,” said Sheryl.

“Why’s that, Holmes?” asked Marlowe, who turned around to see what Sheryl was looking at.

Sheryl then gestured to the computer screen, which was displaying a map with directions from their location to Marlowe’s office.

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The Case of the Smuggler’s Wife – Chapter 5

Posted by cyberpfalcon on June 12, 2012

“A few days ago,” Marlowe began, “Ms. Summers came to me and confided in me that her husband, Brett Summers, was part of a weapons smuggling ring. Ms. Summers had grown tired of being a part of all that, and came to me to ask me to help to convince her husband to turn himself in and to testify against his boss. However, she also asked me to collect evidence of her husband’s wrongdoings, as a last resort bargaining chip. You see, she has a son to protect too.”

“I followed Brett Summers for a few days,” Marlowe continued, “And last night, I was able to follow him to his warehouse, where I was able to sneak in and take some pictures of him and his crew doing business for evidence. Then, I followed Mr. Summers to a bar, where I approached him and tried to convince him to turn himself in.”

“Were you able to convince him?” asked Sheryl.

“I think so, he didn’t give me a concrete answer when I left,” replied Marlowe. “A few hours later, I met up with Ms. Summers in the alleyway of the Golden Inn, where I gave her a memory card with the evidence on it, just in case she still needed a bargaining chip. That was the last I had seen either of the two.”

“Did you back the photos up?” asked Sheryl.

“No.”

“What? Why?!” asked Watson.

Marlowe explained, “It was a job for my client, what she does with it is her choice. And I trusted that she would make the right choice… However, it seems like she wasn’t given the chance to do that.”

With that, Marlowe put his coffee down, stood up, and started to put on his sports jacket. Seeing this, Watson got up as well, “Where do you think you’re going, Marlowe?”

With a bit of anger in his voice, Marlowe replied, “My client is dead, Watson. I’m going to find out why.”

Watson began, “No, Marlowe, you’re com-”

“Alright then, Marlowe, let’s go to the Summers’ house!” Sheryl got up as well and walked towards the door with Marlowe.

Watson stood there, shocked at the complete dismissal of his police authority.

“But- I- … Wait up!” Watson gave up and followed them.

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