AN: Woah, 8 chapters? (Yeah they're short but that doesn't count lol). THIS CHAPTER TOOK TOO LONG. I forgot what I was about to write like 20 times, so I'm sorry for that wait (next time I'll make notes lol)
CHAPTER 8
It was a fairly retro car that had been abandoned for quite some time, and luckily enough the license place was mostly visible. Although he himself had a limited knowledge about cars, he knew someone who could help,
"What is it Sherlock?" said the voice on the phone,
"Lestrade, I need you to help me locate a car." Lestrade was a young, but very capable DI who was respected by his peers,
"Why?"
"It's important." A large sigh was heard on the phone and Lestrade continued,
"I'll be over in a second."
It was not long until a fairly tall man with brown, but greying, hair emerged from the door of 221b. Lestrade, although only 25, was a repectable DI with eyes that only showed determination; He was a man you could trust, and Sherlock did just that.
The two took no longer than an hour before they found the car, due to its age and rarity. It was empty, as Sherlock had thought, and was located in the middle of nowhere. It had taken a while before Sherlock and Lestrade found anything in the car,
"Sherlock," Lestrade said whilst stretching his back, which ached from arching for too long, "All I can find are these papers," he handed Sherlock a wad of crumple, faded paper that was barely legible,
"Great!" Sherlock exclaimed with smile appearing on his face, he took the papers from Lestrade and examined them closely with his pocket magnifying glass, the letters had faded with age and were almost illegible. His face contorted slightly as he tried to make out some of the words.
"Sophie Pallett." He said after a long moment of silence.
"Sorry, what?"
"The owner of the car, her name was Sophie Pallett" he held up a piece of slightly sepia paper, "it says it here."
"So what?"
"Another name." Sherlock said, mostly to himself, ignoring Lestrade. "How old would you say this car is?"
"80s, definitely mid 80s" He exclaimed in realisation and begun tapping on his phone. Lestrade stood in silence, he knew that questioning Sherlock at that moment would reveal no answers.
"I know where to go!" Sherlock's face was beaming,
"What is it then?" Lestrade finally asked,
"Her name." Sherlock started, "This person has kept on sending me puzzles to do with names. The first code, the song, and the knights, all leading towards names." Sherlock smirked, "This car, all we find is another name, Sophie Pallett." He paused for a moment "After checking the DVLA records, I have found that this car has barely left London and it's second owner was the only one with that name. So what I need to find is a Sophie Pallett that was born in the early 70s, at the youngest, and lives within a close reach of London" he showed his phone to Lestrade, showing only two results, one was born in '69 and the other '95.
"Then what?"
"We go to her house."
They arrived at a small cul de sac on the outskirts of North London, and they arrived at the front door of a quaint house. As they entered, a cold, dark air encapsulated them, along with the unmistakable scent of death. The stench grew the further they entered the house, and eventually they found the source:
A 40-something year old woman, cold, pale and dead.
"Good god." Lestrade exclaimed, holding a sleeve to this nose in an attempt to stifle the smell. After calling for the forensics team to arrive, Lestrade allowed Sherlock to inspect. The woman was covered in shallow cuts,
"Suicide." A slimy looking man told Sherlock,
"No, Anderson." The man gave Sherlock an annoyed stare, "These cuts are too recent, they've only recently scabbed. They must've been done to make her look suicidal."
"Then this isn't a suicide note?" Anderson retorted, handing him a small folded piece of paper:
Up until now, I have tolerated life,
Painful and cold,
So here is my answer,
To end all of my troubles,
And
I will soon join the angels,
Rejoice for it is
Soon.
Sure I may seem
Happy and calm,
Even to those I am close to,
Really, I am sad,
Lost and lonely, I
Only leave apologies, and a
Cold body while I
Kindly float to the sky.
Sherlock chuckled to himself, "Sometimes you amaze me Anderson."
"Really?"
"Yes, at how you've kept this job, I simply don't know." He showed Anderson, who was stifling his rage, the note again, "Look at the first letter of each line." Anderson's mouth grew agape as he saw the hidden message:
Up until now, I have tolerated life,
Painful and cold,
So here is my answer,
To end all of my troubles,
And
I will soon join the angels,
Rejoice for it is
Soon.
Sure I may seem
Happy and calm,
Even to those I am close to,
Really, I am sad,
Lost and lonely, I
Only leave apologies, and a
Cold body while I
Kindly float to the sky.
Sherlock clapped his hands together exclaiming, "I am on fire!" whilst running upstairs, hoping to find a clue.
What he found was definitely NOT a clue.