Gregson, Bell, Watson, and Holmes were all standing on the other side of the mirror to one of the interrogation rooms, watching as one of the technicians processed Adalynn for physical evidence. Gregson flipped through a manila folder in his hand, looking for something important.
He finally found it, "Looks like Kacey isn't Adalynn's mother, she's her aunt actually."
Joan nodded, "Who's her mother?"
"Samantha Pierce, she has a record for possession of illegal substances. Looks like the two are half-sisters by their father. Samantha handed Adalynn over to Kacey right after she was born." The Captain flipped the page back and showed the group a picture of Samantha. The mug shot was unflattering, as it is for anyone, but clearly displayed where Adalynn got her looks from. The blue eyes rimmed in red were only a few shades lighter than Ada's and the messy blonde hair still proclaimed its color.
Sherlock frowned, turning to look through the glass, "The mother is still alive?"
"Yes."
"Add her to the suspect list," Sherlock looked to be adding on to the list without even knowing other names.
Joan chewed her lip as she crossed her arms, "Maybe the motive wasn't to kidnap Adalynn."
Holmes looked upon his apprentice, not wanting to shoot her down immediately, "Explain."
"Well… Adalynn could've just hid in the closet to avoid being hurt herself. Her instincts told her to hide so she did. Kacey could've still been murdered for money and Adalynn is just a witness."
"Your reasoning has a possibility of solidarity, but there's an important lesson here, Watson." Sherlock started making for the door.
"And that is?" Watson asked, staying firmly in place.
"Trust your first instinct, now I'm going to go try something," The deductionist was out the door and out of view for almost a minute before he popped up in the interrogation room with pens and a stack blank printer paper in hand.
When he entered the room he gave the technician a nod and Ada a smile before sitting down, taking a paper off the stack and beginning to scribble on it with a blue pen. Once the technician was finished Ada was decked out in the NYPD paraphernalia of a small size shirt and small size draw string pants. Even for the size and with all the cuffs rolled up they enveloped the girl. Once the technicians at the apartment cleared Ada's room for any evidence she could go back to wearing clothing that fit. For now she was the semi-official mascot of the station. The blood on her arm and the drop that snuck its way under her bangs had been swabbed then cleaned off.
Sherlock pushed the stack of paper and pens between them and said, "You like to draw, yes? I saw the drawings in your room; the picture of the view from your room was quite imaginative. I approve of your choice to give the sun sunglasses, wouldn't want the lad to go blind from staring at himself, hmm?"
Ada just grabbed a sheet of paper and the one green pen from the choices presented before her. The colors weren't that imaginative, but Holmes didn't expect them to be seeing as how he raided Bell's desk to acquire his supplies.
Holmes shot her a glance, but continued speaking, "Although I suppose that's the price of narcissism."
The girl looked up at Holmes for a second, and then looked back down at her drawing, "Aunt Kacey said the same thing."
"Did she now? Do you want to tell me more about her?"
"She never let me stay up late, and she always made me eat my veggies," Ada kept her eyes down, looking at the scribbled daisy that flowed from the green pen.
"She sounds like a responsible caretaker." The room dropped back into silence until Sherlock held up his paper for Ada to see, "This is my turtle. His name is Clyde." The drawing was full of overlapped lines of blue and wasn't bad, it just wasn't necessarily good. A small cursive scribble saying "Clyde" was off to the side of the animal's head and a scribbled signature was in the bottom right corner.
Ada looked up to see it, eyes flitting over several details before saying, "It would've looked good in green." She held out the only green pen from the hand it was already in, "Do you wanna try again?"
Sherlock wrapped his fingers around the side of the pen outstretched to him, but didn't yet take it, "I'll try again if you draw the person you saw with your Aunt Kacey this morning."
Ada nodded and grabbed another sheet of paper, along with a black pen, before getting to work. Sherlock started again with the green paper, although he couldn't stop sparing glances at Ada's drawing. After a minute the blonde reached for a blue pen, put two scribbled circles on the paper and a few diagonal scribbles then held up the paper. It showed a rather large outline of what could be assumed to be a man in a black long sleeve shirt, blue jeans, black shoes, a black ski mask, and blue eyes.
"Aunt Kacey isn't gonna come back, is she?" Ada said as she put the drawing back down.
"I'm afraid not, but we're going to find the person who took her from you. I assure you we will."
A/N: Heyyy, guess it's been a while since an update. Whoops. Well here's a new chapter. Have fun with it. Have a nice day everyone.
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