21st April 2008.

The first time Scotland Yard was out of their depth and didn't contact the infamous consulting detective, he wished he hadn't turned up at the crime scene. For what Sherlock Holmes had seen was entirely confusing, even for his great mind. He had witnessed a young female, petite and pale skinned, almost like himself, assessing the dead body that lay in a pool of blood. She was not a part of the Police; it was obvious, the way that Anderson acted around her, it was almost the same as the way he acted around Sherlock. Sherlock walked closer to the scene, hiding in the shadows of the dimly lit street.
"She's been dead about an hour. Judging from the scrapes on her palms and the grazing on her fingers, she dragged herself from the alley just over there," She nodded in the general direction of the dark lane-way and continued assessing, "She was stabbed with a blunt object in the back and then hit over the head, she suffered a mild concussion and aspiration before passing out and dying here." The reasonably young girl stood up and looked around, "The murderer ran from the scene, with blood on her shoes, towards the highway," She bent down and assessed a bloody footprint on the ground. "Size 9, female, judging on the arches and young, most likely in her twenties, if you look at the way that the whole shoe didn't press into the ground you can tell she is fairly light." She looked up at Lestrade, "Any identification on the body?" She asked. He pulled a plastic evidence bag out of his pocket and handed it to her, "Blaire Sparrow," She murmured to herself before opening the bag and pulling out a small diary. "Nark, that's evidence, you're getting your dirty fingers all over it." Anderson snapped. "Anderson, shut up. You're not doing anyone any favors." She announced, before snapping her head up and glaring at him, "How is your wife anyway? Being faithful?" She smirked. Sherlock had to smirk with her; he straightened himself out before stepping out of the shadows and towards the crime scene. "Who invited the freak? I thought we only agreed to Nark this time Greg." Donovan said, noticing Sherlock walking towards the police tape. "Always nice to see you too Sally. How was your night with Anderson? Pleasurable I hope." Sherlock remarked. Sally's cheeks rapidly reddened and she moved towards one of the police cars. Sherlock stepped towards Lestrade and gave him a quick smile. "What's going on?" Sherlock asked, looked around the scene, looking for something that the girl had missed, surprisingly there was nothing. "Sherlock what are you doing here? I didn't call." Lestrade demanded. Sherlock shrugged and looked at the girl who was too engrossed in the book that was found on the girl to notice that Sherlock had arrived. "Who's she?" Sherlock said, ignoring Lestrade's comment. Lestrade ignored him and walked over to Donovan and Anderson, who were arguing loudly about Sherlock's comment. "May I?" He asked the nameless girl. "Mmm? Oh sure," She said before handing him the plastic bag with the victims I.D in it. "Sherlock, Sherlock Holmes," He stated to the girl, holding out his hand in the progress. She eyed his hand before looking back at the book. "Miller Staschak" She replied, lacking enthusiasm. "Anything interesting?" He asked, attempting to make conversation, which usually wasn't his forte. "Yeah. The sister did it. Tell Lestrade for me, I have to jet." She handed him the book and started walking off. "How?" He uttered almost speechless. She laughed and turned around before handing him her card, then walking back off and getting in a waiting taxi. He watched her get inside and tell the taxi driver where to go. "Where did she go?" Lestrade commented, walking over to Sherlock. "She said the sister did it, but I'll double check. I don't really like the look of her." Lestrade laughed and took the book and evidence bag out of Sherlock's hands before replying, "No, Go homes Sherlock." Sherlock blindly obeyed and walked back to the main street, not understanding why he didn't figure it out quicker.
After hailing a cab he pulled Miller's card out of his jacket pocket and read it, amusement invading his emotions.

Miller Staschak,
Consulting Detective.
548 Liverpool Street,
East London.
020 7332 6257