Rain Falls Chapter 6
John raced down the street. He had skipped chess club in order to meet up with Sherlock, Jim, and the granddaughter of the woman who had been killed.
The three were sitting at a small tabled outside of a café and John took the last available seat.
"Sorry," John breathed. "But did you really have to pick someplace so far away?"
"It's safer here," Sherlock replied, pulling his eyes away from the girl to glance at John.
"You must be John then," The girl smiled and extended her arm.
"And that makes you Irene," John took her hand and shook it with a smile.
"We were just discussing these," Irene answered, handing a stack of files over to him.
"What are these?" John questioned as he leafed through the personal files.
"A compilation of everyone I remember who had an association with my parents," Sherlock answered.
"W-where did you get these?" John asked.
Sherlock remained silent and just gave a little smirk.
"So I figure our next step would be to question all of these people," Jim stepped in. "You know, check their alibis and everything. I figure between Irene and myself we could cover them all pretty quick."
"I could do it too," John offered.
"No no," Jim said quickly. "I mean, you have school and such."
"But it's almost the weekend," John argued. "You could just wait a day and I could help out."
"We don't have time to wait," Jim replied.
"Sure we do," Irene said softly. "I mean, it's not like they're going anywhere."
"Yeah but the quicker we get this done the better yeah?" Jim added.
"We can wait a day," Sherlock, who had been silently observing, finally said.
"Oh, I think you'll have to wait longer than one day," A voice from behind them said.
The group looked around and noticed a large amount of police officers were surrounding them. Irene stood up with a look of gloom on her face.
"I'm so sorry," She apologized. "I'm really, really, sorry."
Jim looked up at her betrayed. Then he looked around for a way out, but there was no escape.
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"I don't believe it," Jim sighed. "She turned us in."
"My dad is going to kill me," John whined, leaning his head against the wall.
"She probably lied," Sherlock added. He was leaning against the bars of the cell with his arms crossed and his eyes closed.
"About what?" Jim asked.
"Everything?" John mumbled sarcastically.
"About the murderer," Sherlock answered. "He wasn't a friend of the family."
"What makes you say that?" John questioned.
"It was an interesting enough concept to get us to meet with here. A lie to get us caught," Sherlock explained.
"I believed her," Jim sighed, hanging his head. "I honestly thought we were getting somewhere."
"Don't worry about it," John told him. "It wasn't your fault."
"Yeah?" Jim spoke the word in such a way that it could be considered a question or a statement based on how you were listening to it. Jim looked over to Sherlock who didn't move or speak.
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Time passed slowly in the cell. Sherlock was silently thinking and the last thing Jim wanted to do was talk to John and John was doing his best to not freak out.
Eventually the sound of a deadlock being turned was heard and the door to the left of the cell was opened.
A tall man entered the room and stood with his arms folded in front of the cell.
"Lestrade," Sherlock spoke, though he never opened his eyes.
"What happened?" Lestrade asked. "I thought you said you couldn't be found."
"We were trapped," Sherlock replied.
"Irene lied to us," Jim added.
"By a girl?" Lestrade asked, purely surprised.
Sherlock didn't say anything or turn around, but he did raise his eyebrow.
There was a moment of stillness as Lestrade sighed. Then the three teens heard the jingles of keys and the cell door was being slid open.
"Just don't make me regret this," Lestrade said as he stepped aside to let them pass.
"Do I ever?" Sherlock answered.
Jim trailed behind the group and found himself behind tanked back forcefully. He turned around to face with Irene.
"Please don't go," She begged him.
"Why would I do what you asked?" Jim replied with anger. "You turned us in!"
"But I had to!" Irene replied.
"WHY!"
"Look, Jim, this thing, this whole thing, it's so much bigger than you think. Believe me, you're all involved now, and you're much safer if you stay in here."
"I don't have any reason to trust you," Jim yanked his arm away from her. "And we can take care of ourselves." He started running off.
"Well I wasn't lying!" Irene called after him. "They really did know the guy!" But Jim was already gone.
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Sherlock and Jim had dropped John off and were walking home when they saw it. A large smoke cloud was floating in the sky around the direction they lived. As they walked a couple of fire trucks passed them.
At first they didn't think much of this, but as they got closer, and the cloud looked more and more in the direction of their home, they broke into a run.
The turned down the alley and saw the disaster. Flames were escaping through the windows of the old warehouse. Smoke was filling the air and multiple trucks were outside trying to put the flames out.
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"Are you going to tell him now?" One of the mystery figures asked the other. "He has nowhere else to go."
"No," The other replied thoughtfully. "He's always got somewhere to go."
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Jim and Sherlock started to leave as a crowed began to gather, what two of the most brilliant boys in the world failed to realize was that one of the most brilliant men in the world was following them, tracking their steps, and planning his next attack.