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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 1

Posted by cyberpfalcon on May 29, 2012

A deerstalker hat laid next to a smoking pipe on the shelf. Beside these two items, the room was full of items that were related to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle’s famous detective. There were the Sherlock Holmes books on the shelf, of course, next to the DVDs, comic books, and even VHS tapes which starred the detective. On the desk was a worn copy of A Study In Scarlet, the first Sherlock Holmes story. Without a doubt, this was the room of an avid fan.

The digital clock flicked its display to read 8:03 AM when the cellphone on the nightstand rang. The girl that was sleeping peacefully in the bed next to it stirred. She slowly opened her eyes, and with a drowsy look on her face, she sat up and reached for her phone.

“221B Baker Detective Agency… This is Sheryl Holmes… How can I help you?” she muttered into the phone.

“Sheryl, it’s me, Michael.”

Sheryl yawns a little before answering, “So, what does my big brother, the big chief of police want from me this early in the morning?”

“I have a case for you,” Michael responded.

“What? Another one?” Sheryl whined and tossed over onto her other side.

“Yes, Sheryl, another one…” Michael’s patience was getting strained.

However, Sheryl didn’t catch on to that, so she continued to whine, “But this is the fifth one this month…”

“Yes, and this is the fifth case that you’ve had at all this month,” Michael pointed out, his patience wearing thinner by the second.

Sheryl yawned a little again and responded with, “Well, when I get more famous, I’ll-”

Michael’s patience ran out, and he interrupted his sister, yelling, “No! I don’t want you to get more famous. I want you to get a normal job, one that’s safe. The only reason why I keep passing you cases is because if I don’t, you’ll just lounge around the house all day, wasting your time and your talents. Now get up, stop mooching off me, and take this case!”

Sheryl bolted up onto her knees, surprised by her brother’s scolding. Getting angry herself, she yelled back at her brother. “Okay, fine! I’ll take the case! I’m sorry that I can’t get a ‘normal’ job like you where I just sit around all day telling people what to do!”

And with that, Sheryl hung up the phone. She sat on her bed, her hair a mess, and started to yawn again. With her arms stretched out and her mouth wide opened, she realized that she had forgotten something important. She picked up her phone and called her brother.

After a few rings, Michael’s voice came through Sheryl’s phone, “Hello?”

Sheepishly, Sheryl said, “Uh…, hi Mike… So, where am I supposed to go?”

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