Sorry for the delay. My semester of school is ending and i am overloaded with Finals. i would have posted this earlier but my computer was having Battery problems and wouldn't charge so there really wasn't any time. Sorry for the wait. ENJOY!
A few minutes later Regan returns to where Lestrade, Donovan, Sherlock, and John are standing. "Well, she did it".
"What? Who?" Lestrade blurts out. Sherlock looks at her puzzled.
How could she already know who did it? I don't even know who killed him?
"the wife, Mrs. Cohen" she says casually. Everyone is silent for a moment. "I thought it was obvious?" no one responds. "The man's wedding ring, it's clean on the inside but not on the outside, he took it off often seeing as though he has no tan line on his finger. He cheated on his wife with the pool boy, he reeks of chlorine. Elsewhere, the wife isn't crying-".
Lestrade interrupts, "Of course she is, are you blind, she has tears running from her eyes".
"She's faking it obviously" she adds then continues, "when I spoke to the wife she was calm, she told me she had been grocery shopping before she came home to find her husband dead, her outfit says differently".
"Her attire?" Lestrade Questions her.
Sherlock is studying the room.
"a woman would never wear those heels to the grocers, they're expensive, meant for a more formal occasion. The bullet they found in his body was a .32 caliber, like the one Mr. Cohen owned. Mrs. Cohen, as his wife, knew where he kept his gun, the office perhaps. My guess she came home from her event early and found her husband with the pool cleaner, outraged, she went and got her husband's gun and…BANG..shot him".
"that's absurd" Sherlock added, "I can't even come to that conclusion".
"Well unlike you I'm not a sociopath" she retorts.
Sherlock goes back to studying the room, "How did you-".
Regan interrupts, "I learned from the best Mr. Holmes".
Sherlock squints his eyes at her.
"I'm a fan of your website: The Science of Deduction" she pauses, "Dr. Watson-"
"Please, John" he interrupts.
"John. I've read your blog. A Study in Pink was my favorite" she says with a smile on her face. "I knew exactly who you were when you arrived. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson" she finishes very pleased with herself. Everyone is just staring at her very confused. "Well, back to the case. Mrs. Cohen, would you like to speak to her?"
Sherlock is baffled, "Yes, of course".
As him and John go to speak with Mrs. Cohen Sherlock says, "I don't like her, she's a show off". John smartly adds, "She's the female version of you". Sherlock shoots him a glare.
"we didn't get anything from her that makes us think she's guilty" John says to Regan.
"Well did you ask her?" she adds.
"What?" he replies.
She storms off to Mrs. Cohen, Sherlock and John follow. She walks up to Mrs. Cohen and taps her on the shoulder asking for her attention. "Yes?" she asks as she turns around. "I just have one more question for you. Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson were wondering why you killed your husband. Would you like to tell them or should I?"
"What? I didn't kill him, I was out" she pauses for a moment as she shifts her eyes away from them.
"She's lying" Sherlock says baffled, "Her eyes, when one is lying their eyes shift to the right, that is if they are right-handed which you obviously are seeing as though the polish on your right hand is messier than the left."
"Exactly" Regan confirms, "But no, you couldn't have divorced him, it wasn't even an option, your Catholic. Your necklace is gold, the rest of your jewelry is silver, that necklace must be special if you wouldn't care if it matched or not".
Mrs. Cohen starts to cry, "I had too. I couldn't stay married to him after he cheated on me, with a man".
"That.. was.. amazing" John interrupts. Sherlock darts his eyes at him wondering why he was so amazed with this little girl that they had just met. "Detective-?" John starts. "Regan" she corrects.
"Would you like to join us for drinks tonight?" he finishes.
"John" Sherlock tries to draw back his offer, "I'm not sure she old enough".
Regan laughs, "Mr. Holmes, was that a complement?"
Sherlock looks around hesitantly, "It was a statement. Why would that be a compliment? I'm surprised you got this job, you look as though you're right out of secondary school."
"Well, thank you?" she doesn't know how to reply, "But I've been able to drink for about 7 years now. I'd love to join you".
I have felt very writer's blocked lately and i would love suggestions of what you, the readers, would like to see in later chapters. PM or write a Review and give me some ideas, other pairings and events. i haven't made up my mind if i would introduce Irene Adler or not so tell me if you would like to see her or not. ~Caroline Petrova XOXO
