Okay, this is the sequel to "I Never Met One Like You" So if you haven't read that one, I suggest you read it first before this one and like usual. I Do Not Own The Great Mouse Detective, but I Do Own Kay McDowell, her sister and two other characters. So now ladies and gents...Enjoy!

Ch. 1

Kay
It was coming close to the end of my month of vacation and although I've only taken one other case since I met Basil, it wasn't that hard of a case. The poor girl losing her parents at the train station when they had just gotten off of it. It was easy when she had relatives here who had already went to the police about her disappearance.

Either way, it didn't take more then half a day to solve and that was half a day extra I had to spend here and my sister reminded me as it got closer to my departure.

"Yes sister I know...you know I'm suppose to be relaxing and you bothering me like this isn't helping...yes I know, you haven't allowed me to forget...No I've told you I haven't taken any other cases since I got here...yes I'll get that tea recipe from her majesty when I visit tomorrow, please stop asking me...yes I'm going over to deliver the dress I made for her grand gala that's in a few days...I'm not sure if I'll go...please stop asking me such questions that I'm not going to answer...yes, I love you too. Good bye."

I hung up the phone, feeling exhausted from arguing with her...well more of her teasing and being curious then arguing, but exhausting she is. At this point I was hoping for another case to fall into my lap just so I don't have to go home so soon.

I had gone back into the living room to see that clever boy playing his violin while sitting in his red chair and the doctor; Dawson once more reading his newspaper. I went straight over to the couch and collapsed onto it. This couch has become my permanet seat to relax, stretch and sometimes think. I didn't have to look who was speaking to me, I know his voice anywhere.

"Was that your sister again?"

"Yes Basil...It was."

"I thought this was suppose to be your vacation and yet she is always calling to check up on you."

"She's making sure I haven't taken any more cases. Though I'd love for one to come knocking, just to irritate her some, like she has been doing to me for almost a month."

"I'm sure she's only concerned for you Miss Kay, you did get injured pretty badly." said Dawson

"Which I have healed beautifully. My fur has grown back and everything."

As true as it is, sometimes i swear i can still feel my back shredded by those claws. Damn that rat! i thought as I rubbed the back of one of my legs that had also met the claws of a mad rat through my slacks.

"Is your legs bothering you Kay?" said Basil as I see him getting up to come over.

"No, just rubbing old wounds is all. My legs are fine."

I saw the smile on his face when I said that and I just simply rolled my eyes and smirked.

"That's not what I meant."

"I didn't say anything Kay."

"Oh, but I don't need to hear you speak to know what you were thinking."

"Well then, please go and tell me what I was thinking."

I was ready to tell him just that when a knock came to the door. I had wondered if my wish came true as Basil went to answer the door.

Basil

I answered the door to see the chief of police at my doorstep. It was rare this aging mouse in his black coat, matching pants and white shirt at my door unless they have work they absolutely cannot solve.

"Chief of police, what brings you to my door?"

"Don't be smug there Mr. Rathbone, I'm not in no mood for it. Just please let me in."

I sneered at the use of my last name and hearing Kay giggle didn't help.

"I wondered what your last name was."

"Just as well as you do not wish to be called by your last name, I do not care to be called mine, so let's drop it now."

"So this is Miss Kay McDowell? Pleasure to meet you."

" Kay this is chief strate. Chief of police."

I watched as Kay stood up and reached for his hand to shake.

"Well then, the pleasure is mine strate. What brings you here?"

She has this glint in her eyes that told me what I was already thinking. A case!

"Well have you been hearing of an alarming rate of missing people?"

"Of course."

"Well we found one of them...dead. a mother of one who was believed by her mother that she just simply abandoned her child with her. The woman had been missing for weeks without leaving any kind of trace. Found yesterday near the pier."

"What was her condition?"

"This we can't figure out why. Because she was in mint condition. No bruises, cuts, broken bones. In fact her hair was styled, in new clean modest clothing and had her arms laying across her chest."

"Someone wants to be noticed. This criminal has taken the time to make her presentable for when she was found. Now is there anything else we need to know?"

"You know about as much as we do. We'll allow you access to the body if it helps, but will you take this case?"

"As long as my associates are allowed with me then my answer is yes."

"That is fine. I know doctor Dawson and I can only assume Miss Kay will be with you?"

I looked over at Kay and though her face was stern, I could very well see the gleam in her eyes and the gears turning in her pretty head.

"Well of course she will be, won't you Kay?"

"Yes, I'll be there with you."

"Good, here's the case file with all the missing people and the deceased. I just hope there won't be more in persuit."

Strate hands me the large file from within his coat and informs me that she is in the morgue being examined more there and by morning I'll have access to look over her as well.

Once he left both Kay and I cleared the floor, laying out each individual file of the missing people as well as the deceased mother. Kay picked up the one to her right and started reading through as so did I.

"Come on Dawson, a third pairs of eyes will make this quicker."

"But...but..but wait, Miss Kay what about your sister?"

"My sister will understand. A murdered mother case? If I didn't take it she find a way for me to get me on it."

I wondered just how important her sister is with that much power in her hands.

Within the hour we had read every file there was front to back, noting everything on paper, mapping out the locations of each place they were last seen from where they lived. Though there doesn't seem to be a pattern anywhere I feel we're missing something.

There really didn't seem to be a pattern. Men, women, children. Although it has occured that the ages of the children seem to be between five and eight years old, but that seems to be it. I looked at the names of all the victims and the order they disappeared in. Then a thought appeared and it seemed the same way with Kay.

"It's a bit far fetch, but what if he knew the names of all his victims and caught them in the order he did to..."

"Spell out a message."

"Exactly. Now we have to assume that the murder victum isn't the first of the message because she was only kidnapped a few weeks ago while some of them have been within the last month. So let's go through them."

"Alright."

We went through each name in order of disappearance until each letter of their first name was up on the board and odd enough it's exactly what I thought.

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I was right, this foe is looking for an audience and he's looking to have it with the police, but then what about the murder victim, where does she fit in? Then it was Kay's turn to share her thought

"This will sound terrible, but what if the names of the murder victims will be doing the same thing?" said Kay

"You think there may be more then one?" said Dawson

"Unfortunately yes. If she is the first that had been kidnapped to be killed after only been gone for a few weeks, well he may start killing his victums now. Or worse just finding people to meet his message and kill them."

As terrible as it truly was, it was the most plausable. I asked her to go ahead and write the first letter of the victims name on the board J.

I was ready to go back to the map to see if there was any place that could have been close for the murderer to kidnap all his victums when Mrs. Judson came in.

"Come along all of you. I think you've done enough for now. I have dinner on the table."

"In a minute Mrs. Judson, i'll be right with you."

I heard her sigh as I heard her go back into the kitchen with Dawson not far behind. When I didn't hear the door open again, I knew Kay hadn't left for dinner. I turned to look and she seemed so focus on looking through all the files with a look that said curious to me.

"Kay why don't you go on to eat?"

"I can't, not when I just found something odd."

"What's that."

"The children...their birthdays either fall onto a certain date or the numbers are close to it or were kidnap around that same numbers."

"Alright, it does sound odd, but the kidnappings have been happening for a month and you said so yourself the ages go between five and eight."

"Maybe it's just me then."

"Tell me."

"Well...i find it odd because ten years ago there was a fire i think three or four blocks away from the pier. A lot of mice were stuck in it, most got out..."

"yes I remember that, what about it?"

"Well the date of that fire match the same numbers as all the children's birthdays and kidnappings."

Now that was strange, not only was he wanting an audience, but he's trying to make this one tragedy from ten years ago noticble. Why?

"There's also one problem."

"what's that?"

"I don't think I can take this case."

"What? why?"

"Because I would be comprimised."

"How?"

"Because my sister's husband and child died in that fire ten years ago."