ah, part two! again none of the characters here belong to me except the murder victims, their families, and the loonies who killed them. seriously, why did you guys have to go and murder kids. thats messed up.
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Holmes and Watson arrived at the house of Emily Tyler at around eight o'clock. Lestrade was there waiting for them there. Holmes and Watson stepped out of the four wheeler and greeted him.
"Hello Lestrade. So this is the home of miss Emily Tyler?", Holmes asked with a coy smile.
"Rather lovely home.", Watson said, admiring the house. They stepped inside and were met by a police officer that would be staying in the girl's room and her parents.
", are you sure my baby will be safe tonight?", asked the mother of miss Tyler. She looked very distressed and worried.
"Yes, maybe we should have more police officers. How do we know the killers won't strike here?", asked the father of the girl. He looked less distressed, but was definitely worried about his daughters safety.
"Please, Mr. and , it is highly doubtful that the killers would strike here. It is more likely they would try the Martin's home. They have a son and he is older, meaning he is more eligible to get a government position. Besides, you have here. I would trust the man with my life. If push does come to shove, he is an excellent boxer and would surely overcome any obstacle. And his also trustworthy friend, , has a revolver with him, so he is ready for anything, isn't that right Doctor?", Said inspector Lestrade.
"Yes, I do indeed have my revolver. And Holmes will keep your daughter safe, isn't that right Holmes?", Watson said to his friend.
"Yes, I do promise to keep your daughter safe and secure. You two may sleep easy tonight an will see your daughter in the morning."
The two Tyler's seemed to have eased out somewhat and looked less worried. Soon Inspector Lestrade left and Watson and Holmes were left in the den. The Tyler's had all gone to sleep and a police constable had been put in Emily's room, as to watch over her. Soon the hours went by and it was one in the morning. Watson and Holmes were talking about everyday matters. Suddenly Holmes motioned for Watson to quiet. Watson listened, but could here nothing.
"What is it Holmes? I can't here a thing."
"Exactly.", Holmes said, his face grim.
Watson understood what Holmes meant and then they were rushing up the stairs to the girl's room. They tried opening the door but it was locked. Holmes and Watson both tried to knock the door down together. The noise woke up the parents of Emily. They asked what was wrong, and Holmes expressed his fears. Together Holmes, Watson, and both rammed the door through. All four people rushed into the room. The bed was empty. Watson looked at the bed in disbelief. Watson turned from the scene and came to see and even more terrible one. There the police constable was slumped over, a knife through his head. Watson gave out a gasp and a scream. held onto his wife, a grim look on his face and tears forming at the corners of his eyes. Holmes looked grim as he stood there piecing the puzzle together. Quickly Holmes turned to .
"Quickly, phone Inspector Lestrade! There isn't any time to lose!"
Holmes went to the bed. He placed his hand where the girl had once laid in.
"Still warm. She wasn't taken long ago. At the most a half an hour."
He then went to the window across from the bed. He noticed the window did not have a lock on it and that some shingles had been misplaced, like someone were trying to climb up and lost their footing.
"At least two of the killers climbed up here. With no locks on the windows it was easy to get in. One would've killed the constable before he could get the alarm out and the other would've grabbed the girl. If I'm right you'll find roof shingles under the window, possibly on those bushes since that's where they would have to have landed. The case isn't over yet. It's just beginning."