Chapter 9


Mafia Members: ?

Detective: 1. Greg Lestrade, 2. Sherlock Holmes

Doctor: John Watson

Towns People: ?


"What have you found so far?" Asked John who handed Sherlock a coffee.

"One affair and two teenage boys fighting over some girl. Neither appears to be connected to the murder though."

"This doesn't make any sense Sherlock! Why them? Why here? What's going on?"

"I won't make you tell me John, but I'm guessing you have already received a card? Don't answer that! But my guess is that these people have received cards as well. To the 'narrator' these people are the players, to the DIs these people are the only leads as they either lied about their alibi or their alibi in unstable. Whether or not these people actually killed the victims is the real challenge. In this room we have all the members of the Mafia, the 'towns people' the detectives and the doctor. We are not allowed to know who is who without risking our lives, and by the end of today we have to take a gamble."

"A gamble?"

"The narrator wants someone dead, Blake was only the starting piece, a way to motivate us, he was never actually part of the game. Either we pick someone or the narrator picks for us."

"But, the Mafia, is it an actual mafia, or are they just some poor sods that ended up the wrong card?"

"That's the problem, unless we solve this case either a murderer will get away or an innocent person will end up like the Daniel and Blake."

"Do you think the narrator is here with us now?"

John and Sherlock scanned the room; the idea put them both off. If the narrator was in the room he/she would know their every move. They could lead them into making the wrong decisions or betraying each other.

"I think-"

"Mr. Holmes?"

Sherlock looked down to see little Alice Faults tugging on his coat.

"Yes Miss. Faults?"

"What's going to happen? Are we going to be killed?"

Sherlock bent down to the girls level, "No, and you're going to help me make sure. In a minute, I'm going to take someone back in the other room and ask them questions. I need you to make sure no one listens in, okay?"

The young girl nodded her head and marched over to the door and stood guard, taking her job with all seriousness.


"Mrs. Lilith Maybelle, am I correct?" Asked Sherlock once he and DI Wick were settled in the office. He never liked stating the obvious, but people always give something way about themselves. Like Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective, or DI Lestrade, when saying someone's name it reveals something about them. Whether it's their job, their attitude towards something, a truth behind a lie, they always reveal something."

"Yes that's my name, now could you please tell me why I'm here!?"

Trying much too hard to convince everyone, 68% chance she could be hiding something.

"Why don't you tell us? Your alibi is perfectly fine, so tell me, why are you here?"

Lilith was taken aback for moment, "Ever since the Faults death something hasn't been right in this town. Before everything was fine, people were friendly with each other, minded their own business, now the whole town has been shaken up. Everybody looks at each other like their murderers, I want this to end!"

"And that's your only reason?" Sherlock said, giving her an unbelieving look.

Lilith sighed, "Alright, so there is another reason. Both Blake and Daniel wanted to leave this town; they were willing to do anything to leave. And well, now look at them! My son, Isaac, he wants to leave as well. Now look, I'm just trying to put the pieces together and well...If these killings are being committed by someone who doesn't want anyone to leave- I just don't want my son to be next..."

"Why Reggy? Out of everyone in this town, all the other bikers, why him?"

Lilith swallowed hard, "I saw him...On the day each boy died, I saw him talking to them a few hours before hand. At first I didn't think anything of it, you know how boys are at their age, they think their practically invincible! They put themselves purposefully in the way of danger! But once I heard about Blake...I got worried, and then I remembered that I saw Randy talking to Isaac outside by shop the other day..."

"You got scared your son would be next and dragged him done here."

Mrs. Maybelle nodded.

"You have to believe me!"


"Reggy Carter, born and raised in London, you're currently staying at the Inn owned by-" DI Wick was interrupted by Reggy's exasperated sigh,

"Look, as you may have noticed, I'm new here in town. I don't know those boys, I met them a couples of times, yes I saw them the day they died, no I didn't kill them, the old lady what's-her-face is just freaking out cause of my reputation here in this town. I suggest you let me go because you're wasting your time when you could be looking for the real killer."

"I wasn't aware you had a reputation in this town Reggy." Sherlock said while picking up various items from the desk and looking at them, "Please, elaborate, what kind of person are you known to be in this fine establishment?"

Reggy sighed, "Look, I'll just come right out and say it, I was smitten with a girl here in town, she took me the wrong way, panicked, called her papas, now the whole towns hates me."

"What do you mean by 'took you the wrong way'? You just said you were smiting with her." Wicks said confused.

"I was just trying to ask her if she wanted to get a drink, she thought I was trying to bed her. What she didn't know was at the time I hadn't even a bed to 'bed' her on."

"Ah! So, you ride into town, it's your first day, you see an attractive young lady, you try and be 'smooth' as they call it, she takes it the wrong and the town ends up hating you."

"Yes-"

"But that still doesn't answer all our questions Mr. Carter, you still haven't explained what you were talking to those boys about."

Reggy put his head in his heads, "I know how this looks, but honestly, Daniel was just asking me about my life. You know, where I grew up, where I went to school, girls, parties, drinking, drugs...sex, He was curious. His parents pretty much kept him at home all his life. I don't blame the kid for wanting to know more about the world he lives in! The only reason we came into this town in the first place is because Jake had some cousin or something that lives here!"

"Two more questions Mr. Carter and then you're free to go. To the council room that is, can't take any risks."

"Fine!"

"1) who was the girl you were 'smiting' with? And 2) what is 'Jake's' cousin's name? Oh I lied, 3) what are the names of the people in your little biker gang?"

Reggy groaned clear annoyed, "1) Lucy Wilds, she's right in the council room so you can ask her more about later. 2) Susan or something, I don't know. 3) Luke, Jake, Trevor and Kelly. And before you ask, Kelly is Luke's girl."

"Alright, thank you Mr. Carter, sorry if you had any plans made today but we need you to stay on the church property until this is all sorted," said DI Wick who opened the door to let Reggy out.


"So what do you think so far?" Asked Wick once he and Sherlock were alone.

"We don't have enough data. So far all the suspects seem innocent, we need to keep looking. Next I think we should talk with Mr. Maybelle, we have a confession that he and Miss. Clarence were having an affair, but we need to hear his side of the story. None of the neighbors saw anyone leave the house the night of the murder, so he must have snuck out of the house a back way. If after we question everyone and we still find nothing I think we should talk with the rest of Reggy's biker buddy's, they could proof useful."


"They're onto us," said a young female voice.

"Hush! Look, I've been interrogated before; all we need to do is make sure our stories match up, just not done to the last detail! We need to make them believe us." Said a male with a raspy voice.

"But- but if they could help us? We're being forced to commit murder! Perhaps we could convince one of them to help us? We could tell-" Said a younger voice.

"NO! Are you insane!? Do you want to die!? The narrator will find out and kill you! If we plan this out perfectly we could get out with our lives. The narrator will mostly likely start by killing off the towns people, if can convince them to kill each other off first, win the game, will still could come out on top."

"Yeah... I suppose..."

"Do you know who the next kill is?"

"Yes..."

"And?"

*Sigh* the narrator wants us to take out...John Watson."