On My Own
Help
I woke up the next day, got myself ready and went on a nice long walk but just as I got in and put me feet up I got a text from Sherlock saying: look up the company Janus cars see what you can find, then come and tell me I’m downstairs SH”
OH GREAT I thought SO MUCH FOR RESTING, OH WELL AT LEAST I GET TO SEE SHERLOCK LATER.
I looked up on Janus cars and now I’m waiting for Sherlock answer the door, but as usual he just shouts;
“Come in Beth its open”
“Hey I looked up Janus cars, turns out that they provide a special service, where if you've got any kind of a problem, like money troubles, bad marriage, whatever, Janus Cars will help you disappear, was this one of his games?”
“Yes so that means that Ian Monkford was up to his eyes in some kind of trouble. Financial at a guess, he's a banker, couldn't see a way out, so he got help from Janus cars to disappear and Mrs. Monkford cashes in the life insurance and she splits it with Janus Cars, brilliant, thanks you’ve just helped me crack your brothers second case”
“No problem, that’s 2 out of 5 done, 3 more to go”
“How did you know there will be 5 tests?”
“Well the 5 pips on the phone gave it away and it also helps that I know my brother very well, where is John by the way?”
“Great 3 more brilliant, oh John, he’s out solving the case for Mycroft”
“Oh the one about national importance, great, I wonder how long it’ll take him to solve?”
Sherlock was now typing on his website the answer to my brothers 2nd test, then the pink phone started to wring and the poor man told him where he was, then Sherlock phoned Lestrade and told him the guy’s location. Moments later John was back and we all went down to the cafe and had lunch, then suddenly the pink phone had a new message, it was a picture of a large, blond women, Sherlock then remarked;
“That could be anybody."
"Well, it could be, yeah. Lucky for you, I've been more than a little unemployed." John replied
"How do you mean?" Sherlock frowned.
"Lucky for you Mrs. Hudson, Beth and I watch far too much telly," John then got up and walked to the counter of the cafe, and turned on the TV to a makeover show, the woman from the picture was the host.
"Thank you Tyra," she was saying, "Doesn't she look lovely, everybody Now? Anyway, speaking of silk purses…"
We were all watching the programme and then the pink phone rang , and this time the hostage was an old deaf women, my brother is going to far now, poor women hasn’t done anything to him. Sherlock was given 12 hours to solve the death of Connie Prince. I turned to the 2 and said;
“I’ll come and help at the station and morgue”
With that we all left the cafe and now we were at the morgue with Lestrade;
"Connie Prince, 54, one of those makeover shows on the telly. Did you see it?" Lestrade said as we entered the morgue
"No," Sherlock stated,
"Very popular, she was going places." Replied Lestrade
"Not anymore. So dead two days. According to one of her staff, Raoul de Santos, she cut her hand on a rusty nail in the garden. Nasty wound. Tetanus bacteria enters the bloodstream. Good night Vienna, but something's wrong with this picture…"
He was right, there was something wrong with the picture, if only I could help more than I could get Jim to tell me the answer and give it to Sherlock, but Jim is too smart for that.
"Something is wrong” Sherlock repeated, he then looked at John and said “John”
"Hmm?" John looked at Sherlock.
"Cut on her hand, it's deep. Would have bled a lot, right?"
"Yeah."
"But the wound's clean. Very clean and very fresh, how long would the bacteria have been incubating inside her?" Sherlock asked.
"Eight, ten days," John guessed.
"This cut was inflicted post mortem," I said as I examined the body
"After she was dead?" Lestrade thought allowed.
"Must have been," Sherlock nodded, "The only question is how did the tetanus enter the dead woman's system? Sherlock glanced at John, "You want to help, right?"
"Of course," John nodded.
"Connie Prince's background. Family history everything. Give me data."
"There's something else that we haven't thought of…" Lestrade began.
"Is there?" Sherlock glanced at him.
"Yes, why is he doing this, her brother? If this woman's death was suspicious, why point it out?"
"Good Samaritan." Sherlock replied
"Who press gang’s suicide bomber?"
"Bad Samaritan." I corrected Sherlock
"I'm serious Sherlock. Listen, I'm cutting you slack here, I'm trusting you. But out there, somewhere, some poor bastard's covered in Semtex and he's just waiting for you to solve the puzzle, so just tell me what we dealing with?"
“We are dealing with a psychopath I’m afraid, good knows why he likes this but he does” I tell Lestrade
We were now back at the 221b, except John who had gone to the house Connie shared to investigate by being a pretend reporter talking to the brother. We were looking at different photos of Connie, trying to figure out the difference if we could see how the poison got into her system. Then the pink phone started to ring again, it was the old women, my brother had instructed her to tell them that they had 3 hours left to figure it out. Suddenly Sherlock left the room without an explanation left the room and Mrs Hudson decided to join us and started to talk to Lestrade;
"It's a real shame, I liked her. She taught you how to do your colours." She said as she looked at all the pictures on the wall.
"Colours?" Lestrade asked.
"You know, what goes best with what. I should never wear pastels apparently, drains me."
Lestrade knew that she would start one of her rants again and luckily Sherlock came back in the room in time to stop one, so he turned to Sherlock and asked;
"Who's that?"
"Home office." Sherlock answered
"Home office?" Lestrade and I said at the same time
"Well, home secretary, actually, owes me a favour."
Mrs Hudson started to talk about Connie again;
"She was a pretty girl, but she messed about with herself too much. They all do these days. People can hardly move their faces. It's silly, isn't it?"
I John’s laptop and handed it to Sherlock to go on her website to watch a video, on the video Connie was speaking with another man,
"That's the brother," I told them,
"No love lost there. If you can believe the papers." Mrs Hudson added
"So I gather," Sherlock replied. Then Sherlock’s actual phone rang and it was John, he needed Sherlock to get to where he was as he was on to something, and that Sherlock needed to pretend to be a photographer. So Sherlock left to go to John and Lestrade went back to the station, and me and Mrs Hudson went to our apartments.
The case was solved but unfortunately the women started to talk about Jim so she was blown up along with most of the block of flats that she lived in.
OH GREAT I thought SO MUCH FOR RESTING, OH WELL AT LEAST I GET TO SEE SHERLOCK LATER.
I looked up on Janus cars and now I’m waiting for Sherlock answer the door, but as usual he just shouts;
“Come in Beth its open”
“Hey I looked up Janus cars, turns out that they provide a special service, where if you've got any kind of a problem, like money troubles, bad marriage, whatever, Janus Cars will help you disappear, was this one of his games?”
“Yes so that means that Ian Monkford was up to his eyes in some kind of trouble. Financial at a guess, he's a banker, couldn't see a way out, so he got help from Janus cars to disappear and Mrs. Monkford cashes in the life insurance and she splits it with Janus Cars, brilliant, thanks you’ve just helped me crack your brothers second case”
“No problem, that’s 2 out of 5 done, 3 more to go”
“How did you know there will be 5 tests?”
“Well the 5 pips on the phone gave it away and it also helps that I know my brother very well, where is John by the way?”
“Great 3 more brilliant, oh John, he’s out solving the case for Mycroft”
“Oh the one about national importance, great, I wonder how long it’ll take him to solve?”
Sherlock was now typing on his website the answer to my brothers 2nd test, then the pink phone started to wring and the poor man told him where he was, then Sherlock phoned Lestrade and told him the guy’s location. Moments later John was back and we all went down to the cafe and had lunch, then suddenly the pink phone had a new message, it was a picture of a large, blond women, Sherlock then remarked;
“That could be anybody."
"Well, it could be, yeah. Lucky for you, I've been more than a little unemployed." John replied
"How do you mean?" Sherlock frowned.
"Lucky for you Mrs. Hudson, Beth and I watch far too much telly," John then got up and walked to the counter of the cafe, and turned on the TV to a makeover show, the woman from the picture was the host.
"Thank you Tyra," she was saying, "Doesn't she look lovely, everybody Now? Anyway, speaking of silk purses…"
We were all watching the programme and then the pink phone rang , and this time the hostage was an old deaf women, my brother is going to far now, poor women hasn’t done anything to him. Sherlock was given 12 hours to solve the death of Connie Prince. I turned to the 2 and said;
“I’ll come and help at the station and morgue”
With that we all left the cafe and now we were at the morgue with Lestrade;
"Connie Prince, 54, one of those makeover shows on the telly. Did you see it?" Lestrade said as we entered the morgue
"No," Sherlock stated,
"Very popular, she was going places." Replied Lestrade
"Not anymore. So dead two days. According to one of her staff, Raoul de Santos, she cut her hand on a rusty nail in the garden. Nasty wound. Tetanus bacteria enters the bloodstream. Good night Vienna, but something's wrong with this picture…"
He was right, there was something wrong with the picture, if only I could help more than I could get Jim to tell me the answer and give it to Sherlock, but Jim is too smart for that.
"Something is wrong” Sherlock repeated, he then looked at John and said “John”
"Hmm?" John looked at Sherlock.
"Cut on her hand, it's deep. Would have bled a lot, right?"
"Yeah."
"But the wound's clean. Very clean and very fresh, how long would the bacteria have been incubating inside her?" Sherlock asked.
"Eight, ten days," John guessed.
"This cut was inflicted post mortem," I said as I examined the body
"After she was dead?" Lestrade thought allowed.
"Must have been," Sherlock nodded, "The only question is how did the tetanus enter the dead woman's system? Sherlock glanced at John, "You want to help, right?"
"Of course," John nodded.
"Connie Prince's background. Family history everything. Give me data."
"There's something else that we haven't thought of…" Lestrade began.
"Is there?" Sherlock glanced at him.
"Yes, why is he doing this, her brother? If this woman's death was suspicious, why point it out?"
"Good Samaritan." Sherlock replied
"Who press gang’s suicide bomber?"
"Bad Samaritan." I corrected Sherlock
"I'm serious Sherlock. Listen, I'm cutting you slack here, I'm trusting you. But out there, somewhere, some poor bastard's covered in Semtex and he's just waiting for you to solve the puzzle, so just tell me what we dealing with?"
“We are dealing with a psychopath I’m afraid, good knows why he likes this but he does” I tell Lestrade
We were now back at the 221b, except John who had gone to the house Connie shared to investigate by being a pretend reporter talking to the brother. We were looking at different photos of Connie, trying to figure out the difference if we could see how the poison got into her system. Then the pink phone started to ring again, it was the old women, my brother had instructed her to tell them that they had 3 hours left to figure it out. Suddenly Sherlock left the room without an explanation left the room and Mrs Hudson decided to join us and started to talk to Lestrade;
"It's a real shame, I liked her. She taught you how to do your colours." She said as she looked at all the pictures on the wall.
"Colours?" Lestrade asked.
"You know, what goes best with what. I should never wear pastels apparently, drains me."
Lestrade knew that she would start one of her rants again and luckily Sherlock came back in the room in time to stop one, so he turned to Sherlock and asked;
"Who's that?"
"Home office." Sherlock answered
"Home office?" Lestrade and I said at the same time
"Well, home secretary, actually, owes me a favour."
Mrs Hudson started to talk about Connie again;
"She was a pretty girl, but she messed about with herself too much. They all do these days. People can hardly move their faces. It's silly, isn't it?"
I John’s laptop and handed it to Sherlock to go on her website to watch a video, on the video Connie was speaking with another man,
"That's the brother," I told them,
"No love lost there. If you can believe the papers." Mrs Hudson added
"So I gather," Sherlock replied. Then Sherlock’s actual phone rang and it was John, he needed Sherlock to get to where he was as he was on to something, and that Sherlock needed to pretend to be a photographer. So Sherlock left to go to John and Lestrade went back to the station, and me and Mrs Hudson went to our apartments.
The case was solved but unfortunately the women started to talk about Jim so she was blown up along with most of the block of flats that she lived in.