I've never run so fast in my life.
Holmes and I burst into Myron's office white faced and gibbering.
"Myron! Girl - killed- black robes!" Holmes yelled, clutching his heart.
"In - warehouse!" I put both hands on his desk, panting.
Holmes gasped "You - must - come! Now!"
Myron stood abruptly. "What are you guys talking about?"
Holmes calmed down a bit. "We - we were walking home and we heard music from this warehouse. We went to investigate -"
"You WHAT?" Myron asked.
Holmes continued as if he hadn't heard. "We went to investigate and there was a ... a group of people and they... murdered a young girl."
Myron went white. "You guys are serious, aren't you?"
I nodded, wiping tears from my eyes.
"Let's go." Myron got his hat and coat and ushered us out of the office. "Mr. Peterson!" He called to one of the uniformed officers. In a whisper, he explained what we had said. Mr. Peterson took one look at the two of us and nodded.
"If they're not telling the truth," Myron said, "They're darn good actors! And they didn't even know about the latest disappearance."
Holmes looked at me. "Latest disappearance?" he mouthed, his eyes wide.
In a whirl of activity, Holmes and I found ourselves in a police car, surrounded by officers. We pointed out the big warehouse and they pulled over. Shaking uncontrollably, we followed Myron up to the huge wooden door.
Myron pounded very officially on the door. "Scotland Yard!" he called out. "Open up!"
With a suspenseful creak the door slowly slid open. In an instant, I recognized that wonderfully tan skin, the dark hair, the midnight eyes...
"Can I help you, officers?" Mr. Donnelley asked.
Holmes and I burst into Myron's office white faced and gibbering.
"Myron! Girl - killed- black robes!" Holmes yelled, clutching his heart.
"In - warehouse!" I put both hands on his desk, panting.
Holmes gasped "You - must - come! Now!"
Myron stood abruptly. "What are you guys talking about?"
Holmes calmed down a bit. "We - we were walking home and we heard music from this warehouse. We went to investigate -"
"You WHAT?" Myron asked.
Holmes continued as if he hadn't heard. "We went to investigate and there was a ... a group of people and they... murdered a young girl."
Myron went white. "You guys are serious, aren't you?"
I nodded, wiping tears from my eyes.
"Let's go." Myron got his hat and coat and ushered us out of the office. "Mr. Peterson!" He called to one of the uniformed officers. In a whisper, he explained what we had said. Mr. Peterson took one look at the two of us and nodded.
"If they're not telling the truth," Myron said, "They're darn good actors! And they didn't even know about the latest disappearance."
Holmes looked at me. "Latest disappearance?" he mouthed, his eyes wide.
In a whirl of activity, Holmes and I found ourselves in a police car, surrounded by officers. We pointed out the big warehouse and they pulled over. Shaking uncontrollably, we followed Myron up to the huge wooden door.
Myron pounded very officially on the door. "Scotland Yard!" he called out. "Open up!"
With a suspenseful creak the door slowly slid open. In an instant, I recognized that wonderfully tan skin, the dark hair, the midnight eyes...
"Can I help you, officers?" Mr. Donnelley asked.
