Chapter 3
I woke up early with the book still in hand. My neck sore from the way I had slept on it. I stretched and made myself some tea. I put on fresh clothes and headed back to the sofa. I opened my laptop to check for any news that would relate to my case. I searched the web and sipped my tea. I came across the article rather easily, it was front page "Ghostly Killer Leaves a Mystery for Police". "An intruder who can walk through walls…" that fits. Without thinking twice I decided to check it out. I grabbed my book and shoved it in my bag and headed for the door. I called Inspector Dimmock when I got into the cab.
"Dimmock" he answered.
"Yes, inspector? Tabitha Meyers, I spoke to you yesterday about Eddie Van Coon."
"Yes I remember. How can I help you?"
"On the web there was an article about a ghostly killer. A man named Lukis is dead. I'd like to see the crime scene, I feel it's relative to my case."
"Look Ms. Meyers…"
"Tabitha, please."
"Tabitha, I don't want to come off as rude but I can't be wasting my time talking to two different detectives about the same case." Damn him, both of them. I exhaled and pulled the phone away from my face in anger, I was about to hang up, I hesitated.
"Fine, I'd still like to see Lukis' flat." I said in frustration.
"I'm meeting Sherlock and a colleague of his there in half an hour, you can meet us there if you really feel it's necessary."
"Address?" I asked. He gave me the address and I hung up without another word. "Who is this guy?!" I yelled in the cab. I swore I saw the cabbie jump. I turned my attention out the window. Its fine, I kept telling myself. You're getting working up over nothing. I made my self grin through clenched teeth. "Fine" I repeated. I popped in some ear buds and slipped away with the music in my head.
When I arrived at Lukis' flat I felt a little better although I was still a bit hesitant to meet this Sherlock character. I saw Dimmock waiting outside the building with two other men. I walked over to greet them. I held my hand out to Dimmock.
"Hello" I greeted. He shook my hand and pointed to the tall man standing next to him.
"American" I heard the tall man whisper to his friend, who then rolled his eyes at his statement.
"Tabitha this is…" and the tall man interrupted him then.
"Sherlock Holmes, pleasure." He said curtly. I took his hand.
"Tabitha Meyers" I said with a grin on my face, surprised at how easy it was to smile. He was tall and slender. He had dark curly locks and shockingly light blue/green eyes. He was dressed nicely. He had on a thick wool overcoat, a navy blue scarf wrapped around his neck, black dress pants and a slick pair of leather shoes.
"This is my friend, Doctor John Watson." He said to me.
"Nice to meet you" I smiled at him.
"Uh… Yes, yes." Was all he managed to say. He had a silly looking grin on his face. He was about the same height as me with sandy blonde hair. He had a pleasant face but the wrinkles that were present showed indications of worry, even sorrow. He stood strong but I noticed that he favored leaning to one side more than the other. He had a soft middle but the grip of his handshake showed that he didn't always use to be this way. He was well groomed and neat.
"Army doctor?" I inquired. He looked at me confused.
"Erm… yes but… how did?" and he cut off his sentence to look at Sherlock. I noticed Sherlock look at me abruptly with an even more perplexed look than the doctor. He said nothing. He only stared. I looked back at him with raised eyebrows. I slowly turned my head to respond to John's question.
"Umm…" I began to speak slowly, glancing back at Sherlock for a brief second then turning toward John. "The wrinkles on your face suggest you spent a lot time under stress and worry, which would fit the description an army doctor. You favor right side more than your left which suggests you obtained a major injury, possibly caused in the war. Your strong handshake says you were proud of what you did, your handshake is the first impression to the many, I'm assuming soldiers, you met in the war. It had to be strong. And the doctor part, well, your friend here, Sherlock, just told me." And I smiled sweetly at him. "Am I right?" John started to chuckle and with an opened face grin and turned to Sherlock who was staring at me with his mouth parted and his eyebrows looking as though they were in some sort of contortion act at the circus.
"Sherlock" John started with a little laugh "She does that thing that you.."
"Shut up John!" Sherlock said sharply. I looked at him genuinely puzzled.
"Sorry?" I said sheeply. Sherlock straightened his face.
"Erm… shall we?" was all he said and turned to walk away. I looked at John who seemed to give me a smile of approval before turning to follow Sherlock into the flat.
