Disclaimer: Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson belong to that wonderful genius Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, as do any plots and minor characters I may have "borrowed" along the way. This is jsut for fun, not for profit. Honest. If you don't believe me look at my bank account.
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Twenty minutes later I was typing a e-mail to Andrea's school e-mail in Paris. To my surprise, I got a instant message almost immediately. This is a transcript of our conversation.
ArtsyChick56 (Andrea): i just read your message, can you chat for a minute?
MissScarlet (Me): sure, how's france
ArtsyChick56: alright. someone's stealing my paintings?
MissScarlet: yeah, just the two so far. an abstract landscape and a painting of Linda Norton Hall
ArtsyChick56: those piece were part of a project. i gave them away after i got the grade.
MissScarlet: you can't think of any
Holmes grabbed the keyboard at this point and one of us accidentally hit enter.
ArtsyChick56: any?
MissScarlet: how many other pieces were there?
ArtsyChick56: five total. i guess that makes three left. lemme think a minute.
There was a pause of about a minute in which I wrestled the keyboard back from Holmes. He let me have it but didn't look apologetic for taking it.
ArtsyChick56: i gave one of them to my friend, Kevin, he really liked them. one i donated to an auction and the other is with my friend Amara
MissScarlet: do you know where Kevin and Amara are now?
ArtsyChick56: Kevin I know is studying music there. Amara was a poli sci major but i think she's gonna take over the family business. they own a pub near the Strand
MissScarlet: what are the other paintings of?
ArtsyChick56: buildings. cityscapes. each one has a subtle difference i couldn't tell what unless i saw them again.
MissScarlet: how could we contact them?
Andrea sent me the name and number of her friend's pub and Kevin's dorm room. I thanked her, printed a copy of the conversation, and signed off.
"Who do you want to talk to first, Kevin Ramius or Amara Jhavari?" I asked Holmes.
"Kevin. He's on campus already, it should be easy to talk to him."
Kevin turned out to be rather elusive. His roommate, though, was happy to let us see the painting. Holmes examined the front and back carefully, while the roommate, Cody, and I talked. Actually, it was Cody who talked. They say that being chatty is a feminine trait. Yeah, well, they never met Cody.
"Yeah, Kevin's a great guy. Little quiet though." Cody rambled. "I guess he's got his reasons though. Lots of family problems."
"Wha.." I tried to ask.
"Real smart too. He took last semester off, just came back a few weeks ago, took up right where he left off, never missed a beat. He might be ahead of me by now. Dunno why he likes that painting so much." Cody paused long enough to wave in the direction of the wall.
"I…"
"But hey, everyone has a right to be a little weird, though Kev's a little more than weird. Real quiet. Sure you don't want to wait for him?"
"Well…"
"I'd love to help you find those notes, but I bet he's got them. He doesn't spend much time here. Always out and about." Cody laughed uncertainly.
"I thi…"
This time it was Holmes who interrupted me. "I think we'll come back later. Now that I think about it, he told me he'd be in the library. We'll just try and find him there." With every word Holmes edged towards the door, and I followed.
"I sure hope you find him." Cody followed us to the door. "Bye!" He yelled as we hurried down the hall.
"I feel sorry for Kevin. He's either really patient or deaf." I complained on the way to Amara's pub, the Rising Sun. Holmes nodded but didn't answer. He was in think mode.
I shivered, the London spring was rather chilly. Of course, the fact that there were five bullet sized holes punched in the side of the van didn't help. We had borrowed The Irregulars van from Lorelei Moriarty. I tried to think about the case but Holmes' driving was not helping, I kept expecting him to put another dent in the fender before we got to the Rising Sun.
We got there incident-free and settled down at a table with the manager, Amara Zhvari. The painting in question hung over the bar. It did look nearly identical to the one hanging in Kevin's room. Amara was a quiet, yet outspoken woman of Indian descent. She inquired about common campus gossip before we came to the point.
Holmes explained the case we had so far, and Amara listened with some evident skepticism.
"I really think you're making too much of this. Just because two of Andrea's paintings were stolen, she has works all over campus."
Holmes shrugged. "Nevertheless, I believe someone wants those paintings. If you have no objections. I would like to keep an eye on this place tonight."
Amara gave him a long, appraising look. "You really think someone's going to break in to my pub just for a student's painting." Holmes nodded. "All right then. If you set on it. I live upstairs and I close up at midnight."
"Then we will be at your back door around 11:30."
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Twenty minutes later I was typing a e-mail to Andrea's school e-mail in Paris. To my surprise, I got a instant message almost immediately. This is a transcript of our conversation.
ArtsyChick56 (Andrea): i just read your message, can you chat for a minute?
MissScarlet (Me): sure, how's france
ArtsyChick56: alright. someone's stealing my paintings?
MissScarlet: yeah, just the two so far. an abstract landscape and a painting of Linda Norton Hall
ArtsyChick56: those piece were part of a project. i gave them away after i got the grade.
MissScarlet: you can't think of any
Holmes grabbed the keyboard at this point and one of us accidentally hit enter.
ArtsyChick56: any?
MissScarlet: how many other pieces were there?
ArtsyChick56: five total. i guess that makes three left. lemme think a minute.
There was a pause of about a minute in which I wrestled the keyboard back from Holmes. He let me have it but didn't look apologetic for taking it.
ArtsyChick56: i gave one of them to my friend, Kevin, he really liked them. one i donated to an auction and the other is with my friend Amara
MissScarlet: do you know where Kevin and Amara are now?
ArtsyChick56: Kevin I know is studying music there. Amara was a poli sci major but i think she's gonna take over the family business. they own a pub near the Strand
MissScarlet: what are the other paintings of?
ArtsyChick56: buildings. cityscapes. each one has a subtle difference i couldn't tell what unless i saw them again.
MissScarlet: how could we contact them?
Andrea sent me the name and number of her friend's pub and Kevin's dorm room. I thanked her, printed a copy of the conversation, and signed off.
"Who do you want to talk to first, Kevin Ramius or Amara Jhavari?" I asked Holmes.
"Kevin. He's on campus already, it should be easy to talk to him."
Kevin turned out to be rather elusive. His roommate, though, was happy to let us see the painting. Holmes examined the front and back carefully, while the roommate, Cody, and I talked. Actually, it was Cody who talked. They say that being chatty is a feminine trait. Yeah, well, they never met Cody.
"Yeah, Kevin's a great guy. Little quiet though." Cody rambled. "I guess he's got his reasons though. Lots of family problems."
"Wha.." I tried to ask.
"Real smart too. He took last semester off, just came back a few weeks ago, took up right where he left off, never missed a beat. He might be ahead of me by now. Dunno why he likes that painting so much." Cody paused long enough to wave in the direction of the wall.
"I…"
"But hey, everyone has a right to be a little weird, though Kev's a little more than weird. Real quiet. Sure you don't want to wait for him?"
"Well…"
"I'd love to help you find those notes, but I bet he's got them. He doesn't spend much time here. Always out and about." Cody laughed uncertainly.
"I thi…"
This time it was Holmes who interrupted me. "I think we'll come back later. Now that I think about it, he told me he'd be in the library. We'll just try and find him there." With every word Holmes edged towards the door, and I followed.
"I sure hope you find him." Cody followed us to the door. "Bye!" He yelled as we hurried down the hall.
"I feel sorry for Kevin. He's either really patient or deaf." I complained on the way to Amara's pub, the Rising Sun. Holmes nodded but didn't answer. He was in think mode.
I shivered, the London spring was rather chilly. Of course, the fact that there were five bullet sized holes punched in the side of the van didn't help. We had borrowed The Irregulars van from Lorelei Moriarty. I tried to think about the case but Holmes' driving was not helping, I kept expecting him to put another dent in the fender before we got to the Rising Sun.
We got there incident-free and settled down at a table with the manager, Amara Zhvari. The painting in question hung over the bar. It did look nearly identical to the one hanging in Kevin's room. Amara was a quiet, yet outspoken woman of Indian descent. She inquired about common campus gossip before we came to the point.
Holmes explained the case we had so far, and Amara listened with some evident skepticism.
"I really think you're making too much of this. Just because two of Andrea's paintings were stolen, she has works all over campus."
Holmes shrugged. "Nevertheless, I believe someone wants those paintings. If you have no objections. I would like to keep an eye on this place tonight."
Amara gave him a long, appraising look. "You really think someone's going to break in to my pub just for a student's painting." Holmes nodded. "All right then. If you set on it. I live upstairs and I close up at midnight."
"Then we will be at your back door around 11:30."
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I love reviews. Questions, comments, ideas, criticisms, complaints, meandering thoughts, should all be directed at that little review button.
.·´¨`·»¦«·Kerowyn ·»¦«·´¨`·.