The next day was an emotional one, I spent more than half of the morning on the phone with Patti making plans for a memorial service for Felix. After a stressful few hours on the phone, I heard doors slamming upstairs, a man's voice spoke.
"Sherlock, I need to talk to you!" The voice boomed. It was the DI, the man that was in Sherlock and John's flat the night Felix was killed. Could he be back at Baker Street with more information about Felix's murder?
"Patti, I'm going to need to call you back later," I said quickly hanging up on my cousin for the second time in two days. Silently, I snuck up the stairs and up to the closed door of 221 B. I pressed my ear to the cold door, and quieted my breathing so I would be able to hear everything that was being said inside.
"There's been another murder, Sherlock," Said the DI "A young woman by the name of Ella Finch," I could feel my legs give out from under me, stunned, I sank to the floor. Ella was another one of my cousins. Was the murderer killing off the Finch family? I sat on the floor in front of 221 B in stunned silence. I could still hear the men inside talking.
"Ella Finch," I could hear John say, "Any relation to Felix Finch?"
Yes, she's my cousin.
"Yes, they were cousins,"
"I wonder if Rachel knows yet," John sighed.
"Oh, I think she does," Sherlock muttered.
"What makes you say that?" John asked his flat mate.
"Rachel, why don't you come in and sit down," Sherlock called loudly so I could hear. "It's stupid to sit out there and eavesdrop; you might miss something important,"
"Really, Sherlock? Are you sure-" the door swung open, John was standing there staring down at me. "So you were listening,"
"Sorry," I mumbled looking at my feet.
"No, it's fine, you have a right to know. I would have done the same thing," He assured me helping me to my feet and leading me into the flat he shared with Sherlock.
"Who the bloody hell is this eavesdropper?" demanded the man that could only be the Detective Inspector.
"This is Rachel Finch," said Sherlock looking exceedingly amused by the situation.
"Finch? As in Felix and Ella Finch?" The DI asked looking slightly embarrassed.
"Yes sir," I said, still looking at my feet. "I live just downstairs and I thought you might be here to talk about my cousin. So I…" I blushed and trailed off.
"Sit down," Sherlock gestured toward the couch. I numbly did as he said and listened to what the men had to say about Ella. Occasionally I would answer a question about my cousins or interject with a piece of information that seemed relevant. After everything had been discussed, there was a moment of uncomfortable silence.
"So, someone is killing off my family?" I said timidly breaking the silence.
"Yes, and someone is slow on the uptake," Sherlock sneered. "I wouldn't worry about the murderer, though, no match for me. Dull stuff, really," I stared at the pale man, refusing for a moment to believe that someone could be that rude, that insensitive; that infuriating.
"I…what the…how dare you," I finally managed to sputter out. "You are possibly the most insensitive man I have ever had the displeasure of meeting!" I growled "Two of my cousins are dead and all you have to say is its dull?" By now, it had escalated to frantic screaming. I stood abruptly and turned towards the door. "It was nice to meet you Detective Inspector. John, thank you for your hospitality," I muttered hastily before leaving 221 B and slamming the door behind me.