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Chapter 5
The next day Anna and I went up to see John and Sherlock. Anna had told me she had spoken with Sherlock about the case but she didn't say much else, which is rather strange. She has been fairly quiet too, which is also very strange.
When we knocked on the door of 221B we heard John call out:
"Who is it?"
"Julie and Anna," I replied.
In a matter of seconds John had opened the door.
"Come in," he said
"Hi John, Sherlock." Anna said almost in a mumble
"Hey guys," I said, smiling. "Got anything on the case?"
"Not quite yet." Said Sherlock, who was sitting in his chair staring forward.
I was surprised. Sherlock is supposed to be the best of the best.
"I went over with it with him, Hunter's practically invisible." Anna said louder than when she walked into the room.
"Well," I said. "Maybe if we all put our heads together we can figure something out."
"Worth a try." Anna said sitting down in the farthest seat from Sherlock.
"What do we know?" John asked as he and I sat down.
I looked towards Sherlock, hoping he'd say something crucial to the case.
"He has no job nor a home and he works alone. As Anna said, he's invisible."
"So," I asked. "What are you saying? Do we just have nothing? No leads, no clues, no anything?"
Sherlock just sat in silence and just stared.
"Do you have anything Anna?" I asked.
"I know as much as he does." Anna said hopelessly
No one spoke for a few moments. Two great detectives had nothing on a criminal who had been so easy to track down before.
Just then there was a knock on the door. "It's Mrs. Hudson," a voice called out.
"Come in," said John.
We all turned towards her as she came in.
"I thought you girls might be here," she said. "This letter just came for you."
She handed it to Anna who had reached her hand out.
"No return address," she said.
"What does it say?" I asked urgently.
John, Sherlock, and I went and stood behind Anna, looking over her shoulder.
Anna pulled four things out of the envelope. Three pictures and a note. One of the pictures was of Anna shopping, the second was me out for a walk, and the last one was of Anna and me moving into Baker Street. There was no denying that all three had been taken in the last few days.
She continued and read the note aloud "'There's no escaping me now'"
"Just like the he said when he called you." Sherlock stated
I sighed. This was too much. What was he planning? I put my head in my hands and felt John touch my arm lightly.
Suddenly Anna said:
"Wait. There's something on the envelope."
Sherlock looked very closely to the envelope.
He snatched it from Anna's hands and took it over to the kitchen where he had various scientific instruments set up. "Coal dust," he announced.
"Factory?" Anna said
"*Abandoned* factory," Sherlock half corrected half agreed. Without a word Sherlock grabbed his coat and headed for the door. It was easy to guess where he was planning to go. The rest of us followed.
We approached an abandoned factory. It was beginning to turn dark. Visions from horror movies and past cases flashed through my head. I clung to Anna's side. When we entered the building it seemed empty, I tried to ignore the feeling of being watched.
"Julie, stay close. Stay really, really close." Anna said looking around.
"Quiet!" Sherlock whispered sharply. It soon got so quiet you could hear a pin drop. We walked quietly through the factory. After a minute I became aware that Anna had disappeared.
"Sherlock, John," I whispered urgently. "Anna's gone."
Sherlock instantly looked around. Suddenly I heard voices in the distance. Sherlock and John must have heard them too because we all started running in the same direction, Sherlock was fastest. Then came the shot.
"Anna!" I yelled, increasing my speed. Two more shots were fired. I heard Sherlock yell "John!" Sharply but with something almost like worry in his voice. John and I reached the others a moment later. Anna was sprawled on the ground, her shoulder was bleeding. Sherlock was kneeling besides her, looking at the wound.
"Move," John said, pushing Sherlock to the side. He looked at the bullet hole. "I need something to staunch the blood."
I pulled off my sweater and handed it to him without a word.
"Anna," Sherlock said. "Talk to me."
"I-is everyone okay?" Anna said drowsily
"Yes. We're all fine. And you're going to be fine too," Sherlock looked towards John who was still working at the wound.
"She'll be fine," he said. "But we should get her to a hospital."
"Thank you John." Anna said
I called a hospital. Once I got off the phone I said to Sherlock:
"I heard three shots."
"I fired two of them."
"I appreciate your help, Sherlock. But I could have handled it myself." Anna was shot and she still managed to say another one of her classic comments. We all laughed just a little. Sherlock had just killed a man and Anna was lying on the ground in pain, but we laughed. Just as Anna gave a small cry of pain because of the laugh, I heard sirens in the distance. Soon the paramedics rushed in and put Anna on a stretcher. One of them noticed the body of Hunter Smith and commented on it.
We had some explaining to do.