Thanks to ecrichard, our first reviewer. XD thanxx. We forgot to mention that 'I' here is John, Sherlock's twin brother.
"SHERLOCK!" I screamed. He had apparently seen it, too. He told me to jump out of the window, immediately. We both jumped out. As soon as we jumped out, we saw that both the cab and the truck had stopped and both the drivers had come out too with a gun. Luckily, Sherlock and I, both were armed. We shot them in the knee and ran.
We were both out of breath when we reached home. It's a long distance after all. "So Sherlock, what was that all about?" I asked.
"I knew that something was wrong and that truck was following us from the beginning."
"But who is behind this?"
"That is what we have to find out and I know that it is connected to our current case."
"And how did you know that?"
"Coz while driving the cabbie had sent a text including the words: 'Mr Richard Hugo death successful. Congrats.'"
I felt very excited and asked him whether he had seen the number of the person being texted.
"Yes. It started with a 'G' or a 'C'. But that's not a problem right now. We can access it from his phone if we get it."
We got a 'proper' cab and went to the dark alley. Sherlock took his magnifying glass and flashlight with him.
Suddenly, Sherlock started blabbering at an insane pace and I could not even make out one word.
"What the hell are you going on about? I can't make out one word."
"Coz you're an idiot."
I huffed and took out my cell phone and started going through my recent girlfriend's pics.
"Who is that, your daughter?" Sherlock asked, cheekily.
"Ha ha. Am I supposed to laugh," I asked sarcastically.
"I don't know what stupid people like you would do, but if it was me I would've laughed."
Then we arrived at our destination. What I saw next made my blood run cold. The two men were there. Dead. Their bodies were covered with the same razor sharp cuts that were there on Mr Hugo.