The Investigation of Missing Margaret Holmes

by marval3

Margaret Holmes simply wanted to visit her brothers, who were both too preoccupied with work to pay her any mind. After an unfortunate turn of events Margaret is taken by a serial killer Sherlock and John were already investigating. Time is running out for the middle Holmes sibling, and doubt begins to flourish if the only way she'll be found is as another victim.

16. Chapter 16

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Mycroft's people had come in after the man himself left to retrieve prints and photos of the woman. She was given a questionnaire asking for her full name, her last employment and address. She refused to fill it out and stated that if she wasn't being charged that they had to release her.

"What you're doing is wrong. You can't hold me without charges."

John adjusted himself in his seat, a breathless chuckle falling from his lips. "And what you did wasn't wrong? Giving a false statement and wasting valuable time for an investigation?"

Ms Jones leaned forward, her lips pressed together in a tight line. "I didn't lie. I saw what I saw."

John splayed his hands out in front of him, rotating them slowly as he spoke. "Are you sure you weren't offered a deal of some sorts?"

The woman stilled, even if it was short as the blink of an eye John noticed it. She was quick to recover although. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"A deal with the serial killer that's been running around London." He deadpanned. "He might not of dealt with you directly but there had to be some way the two of you talked."

Ms Jones shrugged, remaining indifferent.

John sighed, a hand clasping the back of his neck. "Whatever was offered I'm sure we can get it — if you tell us what we want to know."

She averted her eyes to the table, her fingertips coming together to fidget in the silence. Stiffly, Agatha shook her head. "There was no deal. I know what I saw."

John's unrelenting gaze stared down the woman, his lips pressed together in frustration. "Alright," He pushed off the table and strode from the room.

"She is a stubborn one." Mycroft was waiting outside standing so close to the wall his back nearly brushed it.

John took a moment to shut the door behind him before answering. "Yes — yes she is."

"I wonder what he offered her. Money? That's what everyone usually wants. Humans are so easily exploited by greed it sometimes disgusts me."

John nodded solemnly. "I agree."

"Anyways–" Mycroft inhaled sharply. "you tried. One of my people is already waiting to try and convince Ms Jones to divulge her secrets."

"Oh," John raised his brows. He somehow felt that when Mycroft's people got involved in questioning it meant that things could become unpleasant.

John offered a smile. "Hopefully they get something."

Mycroft agreed.