"Could we hack her phone?" Sherlock nods smiling he's figured it John asks why. "If her attacker brought her here the suitcase was left in a car because the house is quite far away from anything, so if we find the phone we find the killer." I say explaining. "Sherlock." I shreak
"Yes." He says excited and annoyed by my sudden outbust he was used to being the center of attention but he liked the girls ideas she was smart maybe he had misjudged her abilities.
"The killer he or she's a cab driver. I mean think about it, who has access to grab people in plain sight."
Back at Backer street Sherlock was working on hacking the phone after he found the case dumped in the recycling centre. It was easy to find because it was bright pink like all the other items the lady owned. He had used her email adress to use the lady's phone finder app.
"Got it." He sighed as he looked at the map on the screen with a dot to indicate were the phone was. John looked up then went back to his paper. "Where's Cara."
"She gone home." John answered. Sherlock looked around wondering if she was back yet and how long he had been in his mind palace but he didn't ask, he just went back to work.
As I walked along the paved side walk my mind was racing, I had just helped Sherlock and John solve a case 'kind of', and it felt great, better then watching the blood trickle down my arms. Maybe.
As I looked in a shop window I saw the reflection of a black car. I was being followed. Was it Sherlock keeping up with me. I didn't think so Sherlock wasn't one for safety or caring for that matter, he cared for John but not for me. I headed for a crowed aiming to loose the car but men in black two-piece suits had already got out and were tailing me with the car following. I turned sharply into an alley. Dead end. Shit. The men had seen me and were walking down the alley to catch me.
The first one recivied a punch to the head. Breaking my fingure, but knocking him out cold. The second man looked taken back looking at me, with cold eyes I stared back. Breaking his nose and rupturing his splean was an easy feet. I walked out from the alley. I should have checked for guards but I wasn't Sherlock Holmes, so I was stupid. The men had the blind fold and hand cuffs on me in a second and I was chucked into the back seat of the black car.
...Right. Left. Right. Right. Left. Right. Shit. I lossed count of the turns and twists of the maze of London's roads. But I knew we were still in London just the opposite side to when we started. I was lifted out of the car and the blind fold was removed. I was stood in a car parking lot with a chair and a very business like man in front of me. He wasn't sat down so I didn't use the chair even though he motioned for me to sit. I wouldn't give him power over me. "Sit" he said. His voice was deep yet soft very masculine, similar to Sherlock's. They were obviously related, Sherlock and this man, probably brothers. Not very close. Probably wanted Intel on his brother as some sick act of love. Would pay dearly for information as well, his suit was worth over a grand. So he had a good job, very secure if he had his own guards and was able to kidnap me. I was thinking Bitish government mabye secret service. It wouldn't surprise me, Sherlock's a bloody consulting detective. The man looked at me. "If it's any consultation both my men will be ok one has a concussion and they both have to stay at the hospital over night. I'm suprised you managed to take them down without a scratch." He looked at my shaking hand. "Would you like medical attention for your hand?"
"No... No I'll sort it." I said enjoying the sensation of blood running through my fingure. He nodded to a man in a suit who fetched a first aid box from his car and was walking towards me, he reached out to touch me. I had him on the floor in seconds, if i was lucky my hand would only bruise tonight. The man stared at me in shock. "I said no." I repeated as calmly as I first said it. Other men were running towards me but the man indicated he was fine with a flick of his wrist.