Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock Holmes, Dr Watson or Inspector Lestrade; they rightfully belong to the one and only Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. But I am having a lot of fun playing with them for a while!!
Author's Note: This story is developed from a reference i made in my Christmas Story The Call Of Angels to the Aldwuch Murderer! I hope you enjoy the story as it develops !! :)
The Aldwych Murders
Prologue
The velvet sky was in an unforgiving mood. The wind howled and rain hammered down onto the dimly lit cobble lined streets. Inspector Lestrade sighed as he looked out of his window. If only the rain could wash away the evil that stalked the city like a predatory animal in search of it's prey. Lestrade turned to his desk and sat down in front of the file that was open before him.
"Five murders" Lestrade muttered to himself.
He was used to violent murders, but these had been gruesome. The victims, three females and two males had been bound, gagged and ritually slaughtered. They had not died instantly but slowly and in pain. The Yard had drawn a blank and Lestrade was frustrated with the lack of clues. The trail had gone cold. As much as he hated to admit it, it was time to call upon one man he knew who may very well be able to help him clear this horrific spate of murders. Sherlock Holmes. As much as Lestrade hated to admit it, Sherlock Holmes had helped him get to where he was now and the title of Inspector belonged to him as much as himself. Lestrade sat back in his seat and buried his head in his hands allowing the exhaustion to wash over him. I will visit Holmes tomorrow and ask for his help.
On the other side of the city, a young woman in her early thirties, thin but with a pettite frame, blond curling long locks and blue eyes was hurrying home, from work. She had been lucky in finding such a prestigious job, personal secretary to a wealthy City banker, and had a promising bright career ahead of her. Julia opened her umbrella as the rain began to pour down and wrapped her scarf round herself. Suddenly, without warning she felt something brush against her and her eyes met another, dark, menacing and looking almost catlike. It was her final thought as she saw the dagger raised in front of her. London had a new victim of the Aldwych Murderer.
OOOH ! More comming soon when i have drunk the last of my New Year's champange and ready to write more!!! Wishing everyone a Happy New Year !! :) Hope you like the openiong chapter !!! :)