Chapter Two: Completed Case and a Drug Bust.
I had finally coaxed John into the building. We came to the front desk, there was a man there, comfortably living, telling by his clothes made of a more expensive material. His black, with touches of grey, hair was slicked back.
He gave me a smirk, "what can I do for you?"
I smiled, "I'm here to see Jordyn..."
His smirk faded to an ice cold expression, he held his hand out, "We pay up front."
"We are friends of her's." I motioned to John and I.
He smiled, "Oh! in that case, follow me!" he opened the door behind him and held it open for us.
We came through the door, he shut the door behind us. He then led us through the hallways. An odor lingered around each door we passed. John was in front of me, obviously very uncomfortable. When we got to the last door, it had no odor.
He opened the door and ushered us in, then walked away.
"Sheryl!" Jordyn said, she was a blonde with large, dark blue eyes. She wore a long-sleeved, leather leotard-like outfit. It was skin tight on her and she wasn't wearing a bra.
"Jordyn!" I said, she hugged me, I took a quick sniff, not a big one so then she wouldn't notice, clean.
She let go of me two seconds later, "So, I need to ask you a question." I said.
"What is it?" she asked
"Have you seen this man before?" I held up the picture of the victim, she looked at it closely and nodded.
"That was my last customer..." she explained.
I smiled, "Thank you, that's all we need!" I turned, beginning to leave.
"See you around!" She said, "Glad I could help!"
"Yeah... see you around!" I smirked and left.
As soon as we had exited the building, john spoke, "That was it?!"
"Yes, I have more than enough information that I can work on." I said
"What information? You just asked a prostitute if she new a man!"
I laughed and shook my head, " You don't notice anything, do you?" John hailed a taxi, we got in.
"The man at the front desk, he immediately became serious when we mentioned Jordyn, he also said, 'We pay up front.' They don't pay up front for the others. I know someone that goes here, he confirmed it. Didn't you notice that every room had an odor to it but Jordyn's room? And that her room was rather clean?"
"Maybe she just is a clean freak and tidies up when she isn't...er... working"
"There still would have been an odor, smells like that are really hard to get rid of."
"how would you know?!" he questioned.
I smirked at him, "I have been to this place before. Stenches like that don't just go away."
He shrugged my comment off "So you think that the man at the front desk is the killer?"
"Correction, I know that the man at the front desk and Jordyn are the killers."
When we had reached the flat, John began to blog. I had flopped on the couch.
Clank!
It was coming from the kitchen. I got up to see what it was. A familiar, irritating face was there.
"Anderson..." I growled, "What the hell are you doing here?!"
"Oh," He smirked, "I'm just here on a mini drug bust. I know you've been using."
I scoffed, "You know that for certain?"
He glared at me, "You have to be."
I laughed, I had been clean for a while now, almost four months, "Well, search all you want... but you aren't going to find anything significant!"
He checked his watch and growled, "I have to go anyway..." he walked past me to the door, "psycho."
"Idiot."
"John."
"Anderson."
He left without another word.
"so, how are we going to go about catching our culprits? All we need is to tell Lestrade who the killers are."
"I might have enough evidence for me, but not for Lestrade. We need more evidence."
"So we are just going to wait until they kill again?!"
"We don't need to. they had killed more before our victim. The police just haven't found it yet."
"Where is it?" John asked.
I groaned, "John, these are amateurs. There are only so many places where they would hide the body within a two mile radius."
He thought about it, "What about the bridge, two blocks down from the building. I noticed there was a hollowed-out area, but its so dark, no one can see through. It was blocked off with boards two weeks ago..."
"That's where we're going!"
John nodded and opened the door. Another irritating face is there.
"Hello, John." He turned to me, "Sister."
I glared at my brother, "What do you want, Mycroft?'
He smiled at me, "Word on the street says you have a date tomorrow."
"So what?" I said. John gave me a he-will-kill-you-if-he-knows-you're-going-out-with -Moriarty look.
"Is there something you would like to tell me?"
"Should I leave?" John asked.
"No, stay." I smirked, "Yeah, there is something I want to tell you, since when were you in control of my personal life?"
Mycroft sighed, "You aren't really one for going on dates. So I just was a little worried."
"About me?" I scoffed, "I can handle myself. I'm not a child anymore. I don't need my big brother to protect me."
"You will one day..."
John butted in, "Sorry to interrupt... but we have to go."
He smiled at John and me, "Of course, bye, John, sister." He got in his car and left.
We got to the boarded up area under the bridge. John helped me bust the boards. i shined my flashlight around, there was a body in the corner. Male. stabbed to death, just like the last victim.
"We've got it." I said.
(THE NEXT DAY)
We came to the whore house about 5:00PM, because that's when it opens, This time, I brought Lestrade and the other police officers.
Long story short, I explained what happened and they arrested the man at the front desk and Jordyn.
As they were taking them away, I had received a text.
Nice job, Sexy!
-JM
great, him again.
What do you want THIS time, Moriarty?
Oh, Can't I say hello to the my sexy detective every once and a while? Sheryl, why must you be so cruel?
-JM
And Jim, why must you watch me every waking moment?
No comment. See you soon, sexy!
-JM
I put my phone away and began walking with John. Suddenly, a black car parked in front of us. A man with blonde hair came out of the drivers seat. Obviously he worked for Jim, a sniper, considering his right hand. obviously been shooting a lot. Why would he send a sniper to come get me?
He looked at me, "Sheryl Holmes?"
I nodded. He opened the door that led to the back seat.
I looked at John, "I'll see you at the flat." He looked at me, worried, "I'll be fine. Trust me."
"Good luck." He said.
"I'm going to need it." I said as I got in the seat. He sniper smirked as he closed the door.
He got in the drivers seat and drove away.
That took longer than I thought, sorry if this story is boring you guys. I promise its going to get interesting...
so, that's chapter two... feel free to leave a review!
Bye-Bye!
