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The Falafel Case
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April 6th-Day 4
Police Report
Sargent Sally Donovan
A man has been kidnapping unsuspecting people. The victims have all described the perpetrator as having short, black hair and green eyes. The man has been noted to wear a black suit and dark-coloured tie. It is unknown as to whether the perpetrator would ever willingly part with his, normally black, umbrella. The victims include…
Police Report
Matthew Anderson
…I, Sargent Sally Donovan and Miss Molly Hooper have all been kidnapped by the man. The perpetrator has used unorthodox methods, such as forcefully injecting sedatives, and blackmail. The man asks about Sherlock Holmes and has attempted to bribe Miss Hooper. The perpetrator's accomplice goes by the false name of 'Anthea'. This man and all associates should be labelled highly dangerous.
April 7th-Day 5
Lestrade sighed as he flicked through the Police Reports on his desk. It seemed that Anderson and Donovan had found a way to stir up even more trouble. They already refused to cooperate with Sherlock Holmes on the Falafel Case, which Sherlock had solved two hours ago, by constantly attempting to contradict his correct deductions.
Lestrade was sick of it.
He had been run ragged by the complications that ensued from the Falafel Case. See, he had approached the situation optimistically, certain it would be an open and shut case. How wrong he had been.
It did not take Sherlock Holmes to see the plain and obvious links between the victims. They had all bought falafels at the same health-food store and died almost twenty-four hours after consuming them. Lestrade was relieved, as it took little detective work to narrow the suspects down from twenty to three, the only employees with shifts on the days when the victims bought their falafels. One of the suspects was ill for two of the four days and she was ruled out. One of the other two suspects had a previous history of crime and was in charge of the deli on those days.
Everything had been fine. Lestrade had had a primary suspect and was willing to ignore the lack of motive. The case was almost open and shut.
Then the secondary suspect had called in Sherlock Holmes.
With no other links between the victims, Lestrade was certain that the police's judgment was the correct one.
The first victim was a banker who lived in Chelsea, the second a secretary who lived in Greenwich, the third a technician from South Bank, and the last was a minor politician who lived in Hackney.
They were completely unrelated deaths. The only links were the falafels and the identical poison found in their blood streams.
Unfortunately, Sherlock Holmes managed to find something else that tied the victims together. After searching through their receipts, he discovered that they had all made purchases at 'Fen's Furniture'. He questioned neighbours and friends of the victims about the pieces of furniture.
As it turned out, all the victims had been planning on refunding the furniture. They were dead before they could go through with their intentions.
After a visit to the store, Sherlock deduced that Fen's youngest sister was dying of brain cancer and that he had started the business in order to earn enough money for the surgery. A refund would have lost him valuable money and would have decreased the credibility of his store. Fen was immediately put on the suspect list.
Seconds later Sherlock knocked him off.
Their suspect list was blank again.
With the police on his tail, Sherlock headed to Saint Bartholomew's Hospital and accessed the morgue. A quick scan of the bodies revealed small prick marks on the shoulders of the banker and the politician. On the necks of the secretary and the technician the same marks were visible.
Sherlock deduced that the pinpricks were just that, pricks made by a pin. Well a needle was what he actually said, but close enough.
The falafels were not to blame, someone had injected the poison.
Lestrade was furious with the autopsy department. He had a right to be, valuable evidence was missed due to their inobservant behaviour.
After a quick chat with those of Fen's extended family that lived in London (6 cousins, 4 brothers, 2 sisters, 4 grandparents, 7 nieces, 5 nephews, 4 aunts, 4 uncles and 2 parents) Sherlock deduced that it was Fen's two older brothers. The two brothers were unemployed and had no honest means to attain money to help their little sister. Whilst the other siblings had done their earning legally, the two brothers had decided to make sure that the businesses thrived.
Their personal job description included stalking all of Fen's buyers and making sure that none of them tried to refund. Using their proficiency in hacking and burglary the two brothers planted bugs around the apartment blocks and monitored the buyers email.
As soon as they mentioned refunding the furniture, they went on the brothers' murder list.
The brothers would then send them a coupon for the health-food store's falafels. If they did not even mention using the coupon the brothers would send one to one of their friends. The brothers were lucky that all their victims took the coupon.
After the victims ate the falafels the brothers would break into their apartment before they returned and trip them up. They made sure that the victims would fall with enough force to knock them out. They brothers would then inject the slow-acting poison and leave with no one the wiser.
Sherlock quickly deduced the next victim and caught the brothers in the act. As it turned out they were working for Moriarty, who was paying them a large sum of money for each kill.
Murders? Check. Motives? Check. Confession? Check.
Once again, Lestrade was proved wrong by Sherlock Holmes.
Now though, Lestrade had another case. It was befuddling and seemed more like a giant prank, not a case. There were several missing pieces of construction equipment, a wall covered in pink spray-paint, an escaped penguin and a giant, defunct sprinkler machine.
He had no-one to blame.
That was until Sherlock waltzed in with John at his heels. The two claimed full responsibility and left a phone number. The phone number apparently would explain the reason behind the chaos.
Lestrade had not had a chance to call it yet.
He had, however, mentioned the kidnapping of various people to the duo. Sherlock smirked and did not answer. John just said "You might be next. He's not too bad, just a little intimidating."
"Wait," Lestrade had responded. "You know him?"
"Not well, I was kidnapped too."
"Is there anything else you can tell me about him?"
John just smiled apologetically. "Good luck."
The detective and his blogger had then left, leaving Lestrade with a headache, a phone number, and paperwork.
Let me revise that, a literal room full of paperwork.
Lestrade just knew that it was going to be a long week.
Do you want to hear more about 'The Incident'(The paint, the sprinkler, Mycroft's Umbrella)?
Next Time: Mrs Hudson