SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT HERE IS THE NEXT CHAPTER!
Sherlock sat on the couch studying a copy of Amilee's twins' autopsy report while Miller cuddled in by his feet. Gregson sat on the adjacent couch with Bell and Joan was on the floor going over pictures of the crime scene.
"Is there any record of Amilee having a twin?" Joan asked anybody who would listen.
"There is a record of her having a sibling, but I can't find any information on them. It doesn't even tell me what gender they are…" Sherlock scratched his head.
"That's strange…" Gregson spoke up. He thrust the paper towards Bell and Bell nodded.
"That is strange…take a look at this." Detective Bell handed the paper to Sherlock.
Sherlock took the paper and Joan got up from the floor to sit by him.
Joan leaned over to get a better look at the paper and gasped. The paper was a print-out of an email Amilee had gotten from a woman named Rhae Polux. "Threats?"
Sherlock nodded. "We need to find this Rhae Polux. She seems worth talking to."
"But what if she's Amilee's twin…? The one in the morgue…" Joan protested as Sherlock got up from the couch and sat at the computer.
"Well there's one way to find out…" Sherlock logged into Facebook and searched the name. He scrolled through all the results Facebook had given him and clicked on one. "There we go."
Joan, Bell, and Gregson got up and crowded around Sherlock to look at the profile.
"She looks like Amilee…" Joan started.
"Precisely." Sherlock interrupted.
"But…we know the body in the morgue isn't Amilee…Then it must be Rhae…" Joan started working it out in her mind.
"Exactly." Sherlock was waiting for Joan to finally unravel it by herself.
Joan stared at the photo. "Why would we talk to Rhae if she's the one in the morgue?"
Sherlock sighed in frustration. "Really, Watson? If you want to be a detective, you have to unravel these things by yourself."
Joan glared at him and tried to see where he was going with this. After awhile of staring at the photo, Joan came up with an idea of what could've been Amilee's plan. "You think Amilee has taken Rhae's identity?"
Sherlock grinned. "Excellent, Watson. Yes, I do. If Amilee murdered Rhae, there must be a motive. We don't know why Rhae was threatening Amilee; that's what we need to ask. If we find 'Rhae'…" Sherlock pause to let Joan finish.
"Then…we'll find Amilee." Joan smiled, proud that she had figured part of it out.
"Don't you find it suspicious that the parents of Amilee didn't tell us anything about a twin?" Captain Gregson asked.
"I think we should have a talk with them…don't you?" Sherlock stood and grabbed Miller's leash.
"What are you doing?" Joan asked as Sherlock hooked the leash onto Miller's collar.
"If we're going to talk to the parents, I want to take Miller…maybe he'll scare the truth out of them." Sherlock smiled and patted Miller's head.
Joan smiled and grabbed her coat as Captain Gregson and Detective Bell did the same.
They all shuffled out the door and headed for Amilee's parents house.
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"So why are you here again?" Amilee's mother asked Captain Gregson as they entered the home.
"It's about Amilee." Captain Gregson answered.
"And her sister Rhae." Joan added.
Mrs. Wentz stopped in her tracks and turned on them. "What are you talking about?"
Mr. Wentz glared at them. "Amilee doesn't have a twin."
"We didn't say anything about them being twins, Mr. Wentz." Detective Bell arched an eyebrow.
Mrs. Wentz glared at her husband. "You idiot!" She smacked him and was poised to smack him again, but Gregson stopped her.
"I think now would be a good time to explain the twin situation." Captain Gregson steered her towards the living room and sat her down.
Mrs. Wentz yanked her arm away and scooted far away from them. "I don't have to tell you anything."
"Oh I think you will." Sherlock smirked.
"Oh really? Why would I say anything to you people?" Mrs. Wentz challenged Sherlock.
"Well, you see, my puppy here…his name is Miller…" Sherlock added, "he isn't potty trained…"
Mrs. Wentz eyed the puppy and narrowed her eyes at Sherlock. "What are you getting at, boy?"
"Well, you have such nice carpets and they look really expensive…" Sherlock looked down at the puppy that had just started to whine. Sherlock knew the puppy had to go outside and do his business.
"I swear, if that dog pisses in my house…" Mrs. Wentz started.
"Well he won't…if you tell us everything you know about where Amilee is. We know that Rhae is the one in the morgue. Tell us about what happened with Rhae and where Amilee is hiding and maybe your carpets will be spared." Sherlock knelt down and scratched Miller behind the ears.
"Fine! Just take that damned dog outside!" Mrs. Wentz gave up.
Sherlock was about to give Joan the leash, but he remembered her rant about feeling like all she was to him was their dog babysitter. He thrust the leash at Detective Bell and Bell reluctantly took it. Bell left the home with Miller and Mrs. Wentz let out a sigh of relief.
"Talk." Captain Gregson demanded once Miller was outside.
Mrs. Wentz glared at him and started to speak. "When Amilee and Rhae were born, we were extremely surprised; we weren't expecting twins. I never had any doctor visits because I have no health insurance and I couldn't afford two kids. I gave Rhae up and they both grew up without knowing each other. Recently, Rhae had been asking her adoptive family about her 'birth parents'. They decided that she should not get to know us and Rhae didn't take it well. She became obsessed and finally tracked us down. She would come by the house and pound on the door. She wouldn't leave us alone…she was insane. One day, Amilee decided that she was going to tell Rhae off and make her go away for good. They fought and fought and Amilee got pushed by Rhae. Rhae left and kept sending threats…I didn't know Amilee was going to do what she did…"
Captain Gregson had taken out his notepad and was jotting down notes. "Do you know where Amilee is right now?"
Mrs. Wentz shook her head.
Detective Bell came back with Miller in his arms and shrugged. "I don't know why he was whining…he didn't go."
Joan took Miller from his arms and set him on the ground. She unhooked him from the leash and the puppy took off running.
"What are you doing?!" Mr. Wentz yelled.
Sherlock looked to Joan for an answer.
"She's here…in the house." Joan pointed at the closet door. Miller was scratching and barking at the closet when Sherlock walked up to it.
"What's the matter, Miller? Is she in there?" Sherlock looked at Gregson for the 'go ahead' so he could open the door.
Captain Gregson nodded.
Sherlock opened the door and Joan held Miller back. Sure enough, a young woman resembling Rhae Polux, was crouched in the corner.
Sherlock stared at the young woman. "Why, hello there Amilee…we were just talking about you."
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"I didn't do anything." Amilee stared at the steel table in front of her.
"Your mother has told us already how you 'took care' of Rhae." Joan spoke calmly.
"She deserved it. She was the one threatening my family." Amilee crossed her arms.
"And you just decided to take it into your hands? You murder her and assume her identity?" Sherlock crossed his arms and leaned against the wall of the interrogation room.
"Yeah, why not? I get her out of our lives and get all of my life insurance. It was a pretty good plan if I say so myself." Amilee smirked.
"Yet, you got caught…by a dog, I might add." Sherlock smiled.
"A dog?" Amilee narrowed her eyes. "What are you talking about?"
"If it weren't for my dog Miller, we would've never re-opened your murder case. He made us take a second look at the photo of the woman in the morgue. You and Rhae may look alike, but you have one huge difference. Rhae wears a cross…you don't." Sherlock smiles at Joan to show her that they have solved the case and that Joan should be proud to be a big part of solving it.
"A dog solved this…?" Amilee scoffed. "What is this? Frickin' Scooby-Doo?"
Joan grinned. "You're going to jail. You thought your plan could fool anyone…but a dog figured it out. Not to hard of a case if you ask me."
Joan and Sherlock exchanged congratulatory smiles as the NYPD officer took Amilee away to get booked.
"Even if the dog did solve it, I'm proud of you, Watson." Sherlock smirked.
Joan swatted Sherlock's shoulder playfully. "Whatever."
THANKS FOR READING! THE MYSTERY IS SOLVED AND THE REST OF THIS STORY WILL JUST BE JOAN AND SHERLOCK'S ADVENTURES WITH MILLER. FOR EXAMPLE: MILLER ON WALKS, MILLER AT THE DOG PARK, AND POTTY TRAINING! MUCH MORE TO COME!
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