Chapter 6:

Mafia Members: ?

Detective: 1. Greg Lestrade, 2. Sherlock Holmes

Doctor: ?

Towns People: ?

The first stop Sherlock and John made was the Charlies's Bed and Breakfast. John stayed there and decided to ask the Charlies what they knew about the Faults, while Sherlock left to speak with Alice. At first John was reluctant, he knew Sherlock could bring grown adults to tears, he didn't even want to imagine what he could to kids.

Mr. James Charlies was in his late forties, he had a strong built; with broad shoulders and a thick torso. He was a very muscular man; he reminded John at of Gaston from Beauty and the Beast. He had dark black hair and creamy chocolate brown eyes, or so his wife said. It was not a great surprised when John found out the James also worked as a carpenter and only part-time worked at the Bed and Breakfast as a fix-it man. His tan skin suggested that he spend much time outdoors, and his den that was decorated with mounted animals confirmed it.

Mrs. Susan Charlies was a small petite woman. She had light brown hair that was brought back into a braid than wrapped into a bun. She wore a light pink sun dress with a deep purple shawl. She had a very light tan from spending hours tending to her small garden and doing outdoor chores. Her big blue eyes twinkled when she spoke about her flower garden full of all different flowers.

Mrs. Charlies spoke about her husband like he was some king. She seemed to give her full attention to James whenever he walked into the room. John made small talk with her and found out that Susan's parents were very old fashioned and had arranged her marriage with James when she was seventeen. Susan said she was fine with it at the time, since they lived in such a small town there weren't many boys to choose from and her parents taught her not to be picky. James was the most popular and well liked boy in town, so when she met him and found she was to be engaged to him, she did not complain.

They had been married for over ten years now and had a seven year old boy.

The boy's name was Joshia, he had brown hair lie his mother, but had a built like his father. Like most young boys, he enjoyed playing outdoors, chasing small animals that happened to come onto their property, and playing by the near by pond.

"Oh Joshia!" Susan exclaimed when her son came in covered in mud. "What on earth have you been up to?"

"I made a mud pie mum! Wanna bite?" The boy asked as his mother grabbed him by the wrist and led him to the kitchen sink. "Not right no sweetie, I'm talking with Dr. Watson here, why do you go upstairs and get cleaned off and ready for dinner, okay?"

"Yes ma'ma." Joshia said as he scurried off. "Ah poor boy, he's doing so well in school, but all he likes to talk about are the worms he finds in my flower garden. Which he finds most boys don't like playing with other boys who like to play in their mother's flower garden. He does have one friend though, Mark McGreggory, his father goes hunting with James and usual leaves Mark here to play with Joshia. But Mark is homeschooled, so Josh doesn't really have any friends at school."

"That's too bad," said John as he sipped the tea Mrs. Charles gave him. "What about Alice Faults? Were they close?"

Mrs. Charlies gave a sigh, "No, Alice likes to play of by herself. I've honestly never even seen her speak to any of the other kids. I'm pretty sure she's homeschooled as well. I feel bad for the poor kid, Mr. and Mrs. Faults were nice enough people, but they hardly ever paid any attention to Alice."

"Muuuuuummmmm!" came a yell from the upstairs where Joshia had disappeared not too long ago. Susan gave a annoyed sigh, "If you'll excuse me." And with that she left to find her son.

John decided to go up to his room and finish unpacking.

John first started by putting his nicer shirts away in the closet. He made to separate his clothes from Sherlock's. John's were on the left, and Sherlock's were on the right.

He walked back to his bed where his duffel bag was, and resting on against the pillow on his bed was an envelope with his named typed out on the front.

He opened the envelope and on the inside was a Queen of Spade and a note which read: Tell no one about the card or die!

The Faults house was a Old Victorian House with a side tower. The house a rusty brown color and had a porch on the front with the same color. The door was a deep red and had a gold knocker and door handle. Sherlock guessed the house was built sometime during the 1900's during WWII. As they drove through the town, Sherlock found that more of the building were made around that era.

Sherlock walked lightly up the three stairs up to the porch in fear that one of the steps could break at anytime. He used the knocker, and if he listened he could hear small creaks coming from the stairs on the other side of the door.

It was a rule that every child knew. It was never to be broken and never taken lightly. It was to followed always and never forgotten. It had been taught for generations and would be taught to the many generations following.

Never open the door if Mommy and Daddy aren't home unless you know who it is.

Alice knew the rules, she knew what the standards were. She knew what everyone expected of her, what everyone wanted from her.

And she hated it.

She wasn't like any of those simpletons. She knew this town by the back of her hand, and she wanted something...different.

"Hello Mr. Holmes." Alice said as she pocked her head out the door.

"Hello Miss. Faults, might I come in?" Sherlock replied. Compared to most people, Sherlock was like a giant. He towered over everyone and cast a cold dark shadow that seemed to be full of mysteries.

"Why?" She asked in a curious voice,

"Because I want to speak with you about your brother."

"Why?" She said in the same little curious voice.

"Because I need to find his killer."

"Why?"

"Because if I don't, he or she might kill again."

"Why?"

Sherlock rolled his eyes, how typical of her, children could be sooooo annoying. "Are you going to let me in or not? I'd rather not waste my time while there's a killer on the loose."

Alice stepped back and let Sherlock into the house. The inside of the house was just as dreary and dark as the outside of the house. The first thing Sherlock saw was a small staircase which led to the second floor. To the left was the living room and to the right was a dinning room which led to a kitchen.

Sherlock noticed that most of the furniture was from the 50's. An old rotary dial telephone sat on a side table by the couch. The couch was was cover with a flower design and had pillows that looked they belonged at your grandparent's house. The wallpaper had a Lace design not unlike the one at 221B.

But in contrast to this, there was updated pieces of different types of technology all around the house as well. There was a microwave with a dial rather than buttons, a dishwasher and coffee machine which looked like it had just been bought.

"How long have you lived here?" Sherlock asked as he looked around the living room. "My whole life." Alice said with out hesitation. "And what about your parents?"

"Father lived here his whole life too, and grandfather as well. Mummy and Grandma both moved in when they got married. All my uncles and aunts lived here too."

"Handed down generation to generation..." Sherlock said to himself as he turned and went to look in the dinning room.

"What did your brother think about the house, the town, the people..." Sherlock trailed off as he looked around the kitchen.

"Danny loved this house, he wanted to live in it like my father. He liked the town as well, but he kept saying how he thought it was too small. He was okay with some of the people, some genuinely liked him, some thought he was trouble maker and would complain to my father."

"Who do you think complained the most?" Sherlock said as he looked at a family photo. It had Mr. and Mrs. Faults in the back, Mrs. Faults was wearing a dark purple dress with her hand wrapping around Alice who was to her right. On the left Mr. Faults sat in a gray suit with a hand on his son's shoulder.

"Who's Josey?"

"My Uncle's friend."

"Just his friend?"

"No."

"His girlfriend?"

"Maybe."

"Why all the secrets?"

"Uncle Jacob's wife lives in London. I've only met her once, she's a teacher. Uncle says he wants to move here and get her a job, but that was a lie."

"Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"No one listens."