Anthony Holmes, a 15 year old kid, skinny and smart. He slung his backpack over his right shoulder as he was walking home from school.
He noticed a line of people surrounding a police tape. He noticed that a woman, red hair in her thirties wearing semi nice clothes and a ring was being questioned. The police had a sketch of a blond haired woman in her forties.
Anthony knew right away what had happened and how but before he could run through it in his head, his friend Jonathon Watson ran up. He was slightly overweight but not that much. He wore a pair of black glasses and wore a fedora. He usually wore a jacket to cover his obesity and would wear shorts or sweats depending on the weather. He was wearing socks and shoes, which was new because he usually wore crocs.
Jonathon ran up to him, catching his breath after the long run, he said in his quiet tenor voice "You really need to slow down."
Anthony replied with "I normally walk this speed and besides, you should walk faster."
"Whatever, it's a shame what happened to Mrs. Bradley, she and her husband were nice."
"To you perhaps but each other? Not so much."
"What do you mean?" Jonathon asked confused.
"Well look at her. She is worried but of what? Getting caught. She murdered her husband but in self-defense. "
"Anthony, how do you know that?"
"By walking by of course."
"Then explain it."
"What is it like in your normal little human minds? It must be so boring."
"Just explain it, Anthony." He said with an annoyed tone.
Anthony replied with "Fine, they were unhappy together, the ring she has isn't cleaned, means unhappy marriage. She is nervous hence her twitching, and nervous habits but why? Because she did it. The murder is obvious because of how many people and police are there. The description is of someone made up, she wrote a book and that was the description of the female main character of her book. "
"No matter how many times you do that, I'm still impressed."
"Hmm, you shouldn't. It is but simple deduction my dear Watson."
"Anthony! For the last time stop quoting my dad's journal."
"I like the term, and I like mocking my father."
"Why? You have nothing to hate him for."
"Yes, he left me with this awful curse of deduction."
"Get someone to teach you, stop helping criminals too."
"I can't and you know why."
"Mycroft. The criminal part well I don't know but you need to stop."
"Jonathon, no, I will not talk to Mycroft and I like helping the criminals instead of those morons that try to get them. They couldn't unless my father helped them and only improved because of that."
"No. You're wrong. They improved because everyone can. There is always some good in the world. You're father saw that and that's why he and my dad helped them."
"I tire of this conversation. Let's just get to Birch Street and Mr. Hudson. Then you can go play that ear murderous thing you call a violin and music."