There he was - the great consulting detective, his blogger standing faithfully beside him. They were waiting, waiting for the girl to walk from the house. They'd been following her for a few days now, and she had started to notice. She'd gotten the better of them this time though, she knew it. She knew they were shocked when she tapped them both on the shoulder and said calmly and casually;
"You looking for me?"
They seemed stunned, the detective and the blogger equally for once, and the detective was certainly also curious as to how she'd managed to get behind him without him knowing.
"Yes, we were," The blogger said. He was an army doctor after all, always the first to recover.
"So detective," She said, looking at the taller. He looked like he had something to say, to prove he was better than her. "Care to deduce me?"
He smiled, and started to talk. "You're very tall, guessing late twenties? And then you've got the same clothes on we saw you in yesterday, and the day before. Conclusion; you can't get home because you're expecting someone. You already knew we were coming, so not worried about us. Possibly a murderer, judging by the fact you are to afraid to go home, the murderer will be someone who knows where you live, probably family or a former friend. You're obviously intelligent, judging as you snuck up on us without us knowing, and the fact you knew the murderer would come to where you live. And you don't have many friends; otherwise you would be staying with them. That rules out the possibility of the murderer being a friend. So, a family member then?"
Animine smiled. "Quite good, quite good. You got it right...except the murderer is not my family. I'm an orphan with no siblings. The murderer is actually someone I know you know...Jim Moriarty."