Chapter 2: the past that connects us
Angelica was frozen in shock.
"me? You actually want me?" Sherlock looked to John who nodded.
"obviously." Sherlock stated. Angelica's face broke out into a big grin as she ran to tell Mrs Houston the news. Mrs Houston entered the room looking unimpressed and ordered Angelica to gather her belongings.
"why don't you two gentlemen come into my office?" she asked leading them inside.
"now I feel i must tell you that Angelica Wilson is a very special girl."
"wait say that again." Sherlock asked
"she's a very special girl?"
"no before that." Sherlock said annoyed
"Angelica Wilson?"
"stop! That name. Where have I heard it before!" he shouted pressing his hands to his heads to think. Suddenly his eyes widened.
"Angelica's parents. Her mother murdered yes?" Mrs Houston looked surprised
"why yes she was when Angelica was-"
"five years old." Sherlock continued. "her father did it. Covered it up pretty well though. Intriguing idea to make it look like a car crash. Oh but he forgot one thing didn't he. The blood drips on the tires." Sherlock smirked
"and you know all this how?" John asked. Sherlock turned to him. "because i was the man who caught him. Angelica was the sole witness of the incident no wonder she has ptsd. Tell me how many foster homes has she been in?" Mrs Houston looked startled
" um this was her sixth." john stiffened.
"six homes in five years?" Mrs Houston nodded.
"well we are definitely taking her." Sherlock said.
"we-we are? John asked.
"yes John. I'm the reason she's in this system it only seems proper for me to be the one to get her out of it. John smiled. He did have a heart.