As soon as Sherlock and I entered the flat after our run across the city chasing a cab she started yelling around the flat, "Mr. Hudson!"
"Yes, my dear what is it you want?" he asked walking up to our flat.
"Was anyone up here while we were gone?" she asked as she dug through papers and drawers looking for something.
"Yes, there was a girl named Janet, she looked like one of those pore homeless kids you carry on with. But anyway she gave me this note to give to you, she said it was important," Mr. Hudson said as he pulled out a crumpled up piece of paper from his pocket.
"Thank you, Mr. Hudson," Sherlock said as she read the piece of paper. "Joanna just stay here and make yourself comfortable, I'll be back in a bit."
Before I could say anything she was gone, "That girl," tutted Mr. Hudson. "Does she ever stop moving?"
I just chuckled and laid down on the sofa, within seconds of my head hitting the arm rest I was asleep. The next thing I knew I was jerked awake by the slamming of the front door. The clock on the mantelpiece said four o'clock. "What's got you so hyper?" I asked as Sherlock practically bounced into the room.
"Murder Joanna, revengeful murder," she said as she smiled somewhat evilly. "I have a network of homeless in this city and they, every now and then, help me with cases. Well when news of the first murder came to my attention I sent them about digging up the back ground of the young woman. Well," she said walking over to the wall where she was trying to map out the murders. "They dug up quite the mess on all three of the victims. They all knew each other on some level."
"But the police said that they weren't connected," I said in astonishment.
"The police weren't looking in the right places," Sherlock said looking at the web on the wall.
"Is that what it's like in your head?" I asked.
"No," she sighed. "It all fits together better and neater, but there we go," she smiled.
"What?" I inquired.
"They essentially all lived in the same area for a couple of years."
"So they all could share some history," I offered as Sherlock jumped over the coffee table to try and get to her computer.
"Well obviously they share some history or they wouldn't all be dead," she said typing furiously at her computer. "The question is who the shared it with."
"So find that person and you find the killer."
"Yes," Sherlock said as she picked up her phone. "That or someone who knows the killer," after that Sherlock slipped into total silence. I couldn't get a word out of her as she texted and called different people, eventually I fell asleep. When I awoke Sherlock was talking quickly to herself while pacing the flat.
"Sherlock," I said, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "What are you doing?"
"I got into contact with the families of the suicide victims and it turns out that these people all moved to the UK as a group of five friends," Sherlock said as she continued to pace. "Now that was twenty years ago."
"So what happened since then?" I wondered finishing her train of thought.
"Exactly what I was thinking, there must have been a falling out, but how? Now they're were five of them, three of them have been killed, so of the remaining two people one of them is the killer and the other might be the next victim. But which is which," and once again Sherlock lapsed into complete silence, aside from the occasional mumble, and went back to her computer and cell phone. It was half past twelve when I heard anything from her again, "Joanna, if you had a best friend that stole the love of your life what would you do?"
"Make her life a living hell," I said without giving it much thought. "Why do you ask?"
"Well, one of these girls, Jamie Hope, had a long term boyfriend that one other girls, Jessica Strangerson, stole from her and I have a ninety-nine percent idea of what happened but I just wanted to compare my theory to one of an average mind."
"And," I inquired.
"And I was right," she said with a glint in her eye. "We have find Jessica before Jamie does," and once again Sherlock lapsed into silence. I took that as an opportunity to try and make her eat something… I failed.
A couple hours latter Lestrade came flying into the flat, "Sherlock there's been a kidnapping."
"Why are you coming to me for this?" Sherlock asked slightly confused.
"We are almost one hundred percent sure it is related to the murders," Lestrade said with a pleading look in her face.
"What happened?"
"This woman, who was checked into the hotel under the name Jessica Strangerson, she went missing today from her room."
"Who called it in?"
"It was an anonymous tip."
"Well, shit," Sherlock said as she went to put on her coat.
"What is it?" asked Lestrade.
"That anonymous tip," I said grabbing my coat, "Was probably from a serial killer that wants some fun."
"Lestrade," said Sherlock as she flew down the stairs to the street below. "I need you to find Jamie Hope's cab, when you find her cab you will find Mrs. Jessica Strangerson." Sherlock then hailed a cab and turned to me, "Joanna will you please go with Lestrade and get her caught up on everything?"
"Yeah, but Sherlock," I said grabbing her arm. "What are you going to do?"
"I'm going to go to the hotel, and then I'm going to reason with a murderer. Text me when you know where Ms. Hope is," Sherlock then closed the cab door in my face and it rode away.
"So, Joanna," Lestrade said as we walked over to her car. "What is it that she figured out?"
A/N: Plot development! YAY *fist pumps the air* I would love to hear how you think these characters look, because I honestly haven't thought that much about it and it would be cool to read what ya'll think.
