While walking down in the street of London, Sherlock took out his phone from his pocket and started texting to Lestrade.
I want you to bring in Charles Smith, a business manager, to the station. –SH
He then felt a buzz and open his inbox.
What do you need him for? – GL
Just bring him in. –SH
He didn't get another text from Lestrade which means Scotland Yard were on their way looking for Charles.
"So you think he murdered Jennalie?"
"Murdered her yes, planning it no."
"You think Moriarity was planning all this."
Sherlocked ignored his question and halted for a taxi.
"Scotland Yard," Sherlock said to the Cabbie when he got in the car, "Hurry up John!" he yelled.
After a few minutes driving to Scotland Yard, Sherlock's phone went off. Sherlock took out his phone from his pocket and read the message from Lestrade.
Brought him in like you ask. What is this about anyway? -GL
Sherlock didn't bother to reply to the message and shove the phone in his pocket and remained silent. 15 years ago he was talking to the police how he didn't believe his own wife would take away her own life and now he will be able to prove it and meet the person who took her innocent life away.
After a few minutes they arrived at Scotland Yard and were greeted by Lestrade.
"Could you please tell me what's going on?" Lestrade yelled at the two men who were walking towards him.
"Remember the case about Jennalie Holmes?" Sherlock asked while walking in the building.
"Yes, it was always in the news." Lestrade replied.
"We might have found her killer."
"You still believe she was murdered?" Lestrade asked
"Charles Smith was her ex-fiancé; he abused and raped during their engagement. After our wedding we never heard from him again." Sherlock replied.
"I'm only going to give you 10minutes." Lestrade warned him and opened the door to the cell for him and John.
"You knew he was married?" John raised a brow.
"Of course, I had to go through his records when he was in rehab."
"He went to rehab? For what?"
"Cocaine addiction," Lestrade replied dryly.
John gave a small nod and went into the cell with Sherlock. They were in a dark grey, there was a table in the middle of the room with two chairs empty, a large glass window where Lestrade was standing outside, and in front of them there was a man… Charles Smith.
Like as Alyssa said he looked charming ,despite his age, he had silky black hair, dark black eyes, a sharp nose, wearing an expensive black suit, and was giving both of them an evil smile.
"Ah, Sherlock Holmes it's been 16 years since I last saw you." Said Charles
"Charles Smith." Sherlock whispered.
Both him and John went towards the table and took their seats. Sitting in front of this man was giving John chills and couldn't stare at the darkness of his dark black eyes. John turned his head to look at Sherlock, his eyes were narrow and dark and his face was paler.
"What do you want from me?" Charles broke the silence.
"The truth." Sherlock replied with coldness.
"About what?"
"How you murder Jennalie."
There was silence between them but all the sudden Charles started laughing and started banging the table with his hands.
"Do you serious believe I killed that whore?"
"You could." Sherlock suggest.
"I know our relationship didn't go well, but it doesn't mean I would kill her."
"You raped her."
"That's because I desire her, and you should know that" Charles gave him a smile.
"You hit her."
"She needed to learn how to obey."
"You killed her children."
"It was an accident" said Charles trying to look like an innocent child.
"STOP PLAYING WITH ME AND TELL THE TRUTH!" Sherlock yelled
Charles smiled was dropped to a frown and looked at the floor while playing with his hands.
"That whore didn't deserve to live."
"So you admit you did kill her."
"I was sponsored; it was either her or the little rascal."
"And who was your sponsor?" John asked
Charles gave him a smile which gave John the chills, "Sorry, can't give that much information."
"We already know who your sponsor was so tell us what happen that night Charles." said Sherlock.
"You really want to hear this? Cuz really it's the funniest story you ever heard." Charles gave a small chuckle.
"Okay, okay calm down geez. After I was sponsored I sneaked into your house through the baby's room since she left the window open, and I went to the kitchen."
"Why were you in the kitchen?"
"Because I was hungry so I decided to make myself a little dinner before I begin my job. Do you want to hear the story or not?" Charles rolled his eyes and Sherlock remained silent.
"Thank you anyway she came downstairs she was white as snow when she saw me. She grabbed the phone to call the police, but I held out my gun at her and told her to put it down and she did. I told her about my sponsor and if I killed she or the baby I get big cash, since my family went broke after our wedding was off and I needed that money. I told her it was either going to be her or the rascal, she started crying and begged for mercy for her life and the baby, but I told her that wouldn't do. So she knelt down on the floor begged me to take her life instead. I told her I wouldn't mind doing it and I was pleased about the choice she made, for I've been waiting for this moment. I made her write a suicide note so that people will believe that she actually took her own life. After she wrote her note she knelt down on the floor and told me to shoot her through the head so it will kill her faster and it will make it look like a suicide. Oh it was beautiful the way she lay on the floor with her eyes wide open with and her hair oh her beautiful blonde hair soaked in blood, it was gorgeous it was like looking at a painting!" He gave a small laugh and looked at the John and Sherlock.
There was no sound in the cell not even a footstep. They couldn't believe what they were hearing the man in front of them was glad what he had done and laughed as if he had slaughter a pig with pride. All the sudden Sherlock grabbed Charles by the collar and started punching him, nobody bothered to pull him away not even John, his eyes show the sign of pain, but there was still coldness in them, he punched Charles till the point he could see blood.
"You're not even human!" Sherlock yelled and continued to punch him.
"I'm not am I?" Charles replied with a chuckle.
"She didn't deserve it!"
"I gave her a choice Sherlock and she chooses to take her own life."
"You don't deserve to live." Sherlock push him down to the floor and walked out of the cellar.
When John was ready to leave with Sherlock he was stopped by the sound of Charles laughter, "He loved that Whore! He loved her! He should have seen it her face the way she died oh it was so beautiful."
"And I bet you were satisfied about it." Said John
"Oh, I was I could have chopped off her head and hang it on my wall." He replied with laughter.
"You're sick man you do know that? SICK!" John yelled.
Charles was now lying on the floor screaming with laughter. John shook his head with disbelief and walked out of the cellar. No one made a sound, not even Anderson, they all looked at Sherlock, who was now a broken man who had learned how the person he loved was brutally killed.
John went up to him and asked, "You alright?"
Sherlock gave him a nod, "Ya"
"Nice punch." John complimented him.
"He deserved it." Sherlock replied
"Yes he did."
"She didn't deserve it John," Sherlock whispered
"I know Sherlock, she didn't. That's why we need to find Scarlett or else her mother's sacrifice meant nothing." John reminded him.
"Lestrade, may I use your computer?" Sherlock asked
Lestrade nodded, "Sure go ahead, I bet you know the password."
Sherlock dashed into Lestrade's office and turned on the computer.
"What are you doing?" John asked
"Telling our old friend that we have the answer to his question." He then went on his own website and typed: Charles Smith murdered Jennalie Holmes.
After he entered the answer Sherlock's phone began to buzz and Sherlock answered it.
"Hello?" said Sherlock with a low voice.
"I was kinda expecting you to answer sooner, but you got it right."
"I win the game so tell me where's Scarlett?"
"I'm giving out a signal right now actually; and may I say it's HOT in here don't you agree Scarlett?" Then the phone went dead, Sherlock got up and dashed out of the office.
"Sherlock what's wrong?" John tried to catch up with Sherlock.
"Lestrade, I want you find any place nearby that's on fire."
"Got it!" Lestrade yelled and picked up his phone.
"Fire? What about a fire?" asked John
"Because the place Scarlett is being held is on fire."
"Sherlock!" Lestrade yelled
"Did you find the place?" Sherlock asked.
"Yes, there's a fire at Abbey Creek."
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