Chapter Eight
Holmes was out of the house before the sleeping masses awoke again, and he only arrived in the office later during coffee break. "What have you been up to?" Watson asked as soon as he saw Holmes, attracting the attention of the others to the petite figure standing at the entrance to the bullpen. "I have been up and running, building up a network of people to aid me." Cho immediately removed a fifty dollar bill and handed it to Jane, who was beaming with smiles, "Did you have something to eat" John urged Sherlock, and he sat down to tea, looking at Jane and Lisbon in a very peculiar fashion. Jane and John left the office almost as if with on conspiracy, and Sherlock turned to Lisbon, "I have a theory about the missing secretary, I presume she isn't dead but rather has aided Getram's killers in murder and evasion." "Why do you think that?" Lisbon asked, "Well let's look at it in all forms of reason, then we can narrow it down" Sherlock said getting up and walking to the board, "we have a man who is disallowed from having a wife, but has a secretary, while with his wife , they are a loving couple and have no known issues except loyalty and personal lives as she has stated, he, quite aware of the fact that he may be attacked, sends his wife, or ex wife, to buy a silent alarm, and he ends the terminal in Sac PD office, a month after buying the alarm, he is divorced and three weeks later killed, the silent alarm is switched off even before the attack and due to information given from the secretary, one of the same frequency is built and sounded routed to the terminal by an insider in Sac PD, they attack kill the , man insert a warning in form of the number nine upon his chest and alert the police via the sounded alarm so as to get the warning public. The Secretary herself wants her tracks covered so she pretends to be dead, and leaves with the killers." He wrote as he spoke, and soon Lisbon, Cho Fischer and Abbott stared mesmerized at the board, "Does Jane know about this?" Lisbon asked, "Yes, I told him about it via text, that is how he knew about my movement this morning" He said grinning at Cho who stared surprised at the information he now had, "And where are they now?" Abbott asked, "I asked Mr. Jane to interrogate the criminal, as he won't talk to me, seeing Mr. Jane is an expert in reading people, I-" "That's alright" Abbott interrupted him, getting up and walking toward the interrogation room, all followed except Sherlock and Lisbon.
The journey to senator Lark's house was a short and rather thoughtful one for Holmes as he thought and anticipated what Jane would get of the convict sitting in that interrogation room probably feeling smart, while Jane popped and siphoned tons of information from him. The house or mansion as you may call it belonging to senator Lark, was a rather large one, built with a fanciful front mini garden, and a play ground right in the middle of it, two small kids were a boy and a girl, both of about 12 and 13 respectively were running up and down in the garden, Lisbon looked at them with admiration in her eyes, "I take it you never had a beautiful childhood" Sherlock commented, she chose to ignore the question and led them to the door leading to Lark's sitting room. Lisbon knocked once then backed away as if expecting an attack, Sherlock stood in place. A young lady in an apron peeked round the door, "Lisbon, I'm with the FBI, and this is Sherlock Holmes, Consulting detective for Scotland Yard" Lisbon summarised, though it hardly was a summary, "Ma'am can we come in?" Lisbon asked when she didn't respond. "Yes of course" she replied, "My name is Tiara by the way." She said ushering them in "I'm Lark's wife." She said staring at Sherlock Holmes, "Can we see your husband?" Sherlock asked taking advantage of her attention on him. "Of course, he is in the study; I'll get him to come see you." The brunette lady that walked away from them was a definition of fashion in apron, clearly she had lived a wealthy life as a young girl, a teenager precisely as that forms the binding age, she had learned to be easy going and friendly because of that, she had blue intelligent eyes, and rich tanned skin, a slight sway in her thick hips, and strength in her steps. Holmes stored all this in his memory palace, he might need it later. Mr. Lark Sebastian was in the sitting room, faster than was thought possible, Lisbon stood up to greet him, but Holmes sat in place watching him, this seemed to annoy the man, something Lisbon didn't fail to notice. Holmes reminded her of Jane, and she was going to have to try to put a leash on him, but with his friendship inhibition policy, that was going to be a very hard problem. "I hear you are with the FBI" he said looking at Lisbon, "And you're with Scotland Yard?" he asked turning to Sherlock, who looked displeased at the stupid question. "Mr. Lark we'll like to know everything you know about Mr. Getram" Lisbon said sitting down close to Sherlock, "Well not everything" Sherlock corrected, "Everything you know about him and his involvement in any organisation." "Why would I know anything about that?" Lark asked, "Because you have the same style book found in his study, arranged in the same pattern, it's hardly a coincidence don't you agree?" Sherlock asked staring at Lisbon, "We can take you in too custody for aiding and abetting murder Mr. Lark" Lisbon said, hoping to convince the man to talk and save them some time. He snorted "You'll have to prove it Miss Lisbon, and I'm quite sure not even your British friend here can do that." Holmes face was beat, "Mr. Lark wouldn't it be a shame to tell your wife you're cheating on her, seeing as you won't do it yourself?" Sherlock Holmes asked, Lark adjusted in his seat targeting Sherlock in case he needed to take him down, Sherlock was unfazed by the imminent threat posed by this man and carried on. "I'm sure Mrs. Tiara will appreciate this information, especially since by marriage law, she is entitled to half your wealth." Lark turned to Lisbon as if asking for help, Lisbon took the opportunity to drive the advantage home, "Mr. Lark if you cooperate with us, my British friend here will do no such thing." Holmes didn't want to let this scoundrel off so easily, but he let it slide, Lark adjusted position in his chair as he prepared to leak the dirty secret.