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.

17. Chapter 17

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It had been almost forty minutes since Sherlock left Mycroft's, currently Sherlock was settled into the back of a cab.

As the car moved down the street in glacial increments he yet again checked his phone for any new notifications. A group chat he released the photo of Ms. Jones to was silent except for the occasional texts that no one knew anything, no helpful information had come to light. In the meanwhile he decided to check in with the homeless network.

In the journey over to a known location of one of his contacts amidst a late afternoon traffic, Sherlock felt his head jerking down as a wave of fatigue hit him. He tried to recall when was the last time he'd slept; it had to have been Thursday night, the last day with a semblance of normality.

He wouldn't sleep though, there wasn't any time. And so to busy his mind and to wish away thoughts of slumber, he looked out the window and focused on the people walking by; deducing what he could at a distance.

Due to the traffic it took an extra twenty minutes for the cab to arrive at Sherlock's destination. He paid the driver and heaved himself outside, breathing the crisp air in a deep inhalation.

He lingered on the sidewalk, running his eyes down to a park which lay to his right. He noticed a cluster of people near benches, carts sat idly by. He spotted a few familiar faces and Sherlock decided to greet them first.

"Hello Rosie," Sherlock greeted a middle-aged woman. Upon realizing it was Sherlock, she cracked a smile.

"Hello Mr. Holmes, what can I do for you?"

He retrieved his phone and pulled up the picture. "Have you seen this woman?"

Rosie leaned forward, squinting her blue eyes. After a second she shook her head. "No I'm sorry, I haven't." Sherlock wasn't that upset at the answer, he was gradually getting used to not finding anything.

He nodded curtly then moved on to another person.

Sherlock remained in the park for fifteen minutes, questioning the group. He was three-quarters of the way through with no luck when he caught a break.

An elderly man recognized Ms. Jones and gave the location of where she sleeps. Sherlock paid the man £100 then left to hail a cab.