John called, opening the email he had just received.

Sherlock leaned over his bloggerDear Mr. Holmes,

I hate to bother you and interrupt your busy schedule, but I have a case for you. Therell give you all of the details.

- Miss QuinnJohn. Do a search of all of the women in London with the first or surname ?I want to know precisely who our client way she wrote

Sherlock barked. s the surname. The way she writes has nothing to do with it except for telling us that she He went off, looking at the small list of women with the surname of Quinn. Wendy, Holly, Barbara, and Iris.

John gave a nod and began searching again. He hadnSherlock. Wendy Quinn, florist, 42 years old. Holly Quinn, accountant, 31. Barbara Quinn, retired, 77. Iris Quinn, novelist, Sherlock deducted, continuing his pacing from before. s written 7 books, all ending with the same thing. The husband did it. But this one, this one is different. There is no husband and we dons get some coffee.Miss Quinn, how lovely to see you here. I Sherlock spoke, taking out a piece of paper and a pen.

The woman, Iris Quinn, smirked lightly and signed the paper with her name and a string of numbers. m glad you could join me.What Sherlock got right to the point, stuffing the paper back into his coat pocket. He looked down a the woman and analyzed her. The way she was sitting, the way she held her hands on the counter, how her glasses sat on her nose, and every physical detail about her.

m not exactly sure who. I only know very few details about the victim. There are four possible suspects. A mother, a robber, an actual murderer, and a cat. The only evidence anyone has is the corpse-.Where are they?I Iris chuckled, shifting in her seat.

m getting there!The murder occurred in the upstairs bedroom of 354 A, Abbot Street, at 7:30 PM on was killed?A man by the name of James Halloway. 45 years old, dark silver-tipped hair, 74 inches tall, alcoholic, and works in construction.t gotten much sleep the night before and that she was stressed about something, most likely the deadline of her next book. He also knew that she had a nervous tick, told by the way her neck twitched every time someone walked by. It was most likely paranoia, like someone knew her... The real her.

s a man watching you from a booth two tables away. Someone you know, possibly a friend. No, he is a friend. A close one. Het call out to you. I wonder why.I And with that, Sherlock Holmes got up from his seat at the counter and left the coffee house with John Watson following closely behind him.