"You have got to be joking," Anderson said very loudly as he saw Sherlock, Greg Lestrade, and John Watson walking towards him.
Anderson would be best compared to a rat. His black hair was awkwardly parted over his pale forehead and his small, beady eyes were very much glaring at Sherlock. His voice was at a odd pitch that made his sound like he always had a cold. However if one was to get beyond the annoying sound of his voice they would hear his words and realize that he is over educated... in pointless knowledge and often got everything he said wrong. His people skill were more atrocious than Sherlock Holmes. In short, he was the most annoying person anyone could meet.
"We don't need you," he spat, his voice coming out as an annoying snarl.
"Really? because I have heard otherwise." Sherlock passing Anderson and a smirk came to his face again. "Another night with Sally I see."
Anderson glared at Sherlock, but knowing that Sherlock would make him even more of a fool than he already was, quitted himself to only murmurs and stormed off to the corner of the crime scene.
"Start talking," Sherlock said.
"Janie Brown, a high school student, found a woman's body this morning. That's all that we got beside the obvious," he said as the made their way to the edge of the lake.
Sherlock could hear the light sounds of whispers getting louder as he made his way towards the direction of the body. It was a haunting melody. It sounded almost like someone was screaming and crying for help. However it came out as nonsense and kept repeating itself over and over again. John, not as quick as Sherlock, didn't catch on until they were a few feet away.
"Does anyone else hear that noise?" John stopped abruptly when he got a full view of the body.
The woman was dressed in white and laying in a small white boat. Red cloth surrounded her body. Her face was covered in makeup and her long brown hair was moving in such a way that it seemed to be floating. She held in her hands a single rose with a silver thread wrapped around it. Her eyes were closed and she was dressed as though she would have been one of the most beautiful woman in the world. No sign of bruising around the wrist; there was nothing. The the strange whispers were indeed coming from her mouth. Then there was the clear thing about her, she was paler than Anderson. Much paler.
"Leave us,"Sherlock said as he stepped closer to the body. He reached out and touched her face. John watched as the detective inspector left, muttering something along the lines of how this didn't make sense at all.
John didn't say anything, knowing that his comments at the moment would not be the best, being that he had very few. Sherlock lightly rubbed his index finger on her skin. He looked closer and saw that there was a smudge. Make up stuck to his fingers, a little too much made her look older and her ears, neck, and face were completely covered. Her cheeks were covered with rouge, and her lips were well caked with lipstick.
"John, tell me what you are thinking," Sherlock demanded.
"Um, the murder is one for the theater." John said.
"Besides the obvious, John, what is wrong with this picture?" Sherlock asked a slight sound of annoyance in his voice.
John looked at the woman for another second. His eyes squinted, and he focused on her face.
"Her make up," he responded after a few moments of thought, "is quite a bit extreme."
"Exactly, a professional would be more careful about the makeup. This is theater makeup, however the makeup made her look older than she is. They placed a little too much on for a professional, which is why that the makeup caked on my finger. However the killer did know to cover the neck, ears, and face completely, meaning that they had schooling in theater makeup. There are no bruises on her wrist showing that she may have been drugged when she died or perhaps she was poisoned. However the murder drained all of her blood, why?" Sherlock asked himself, not truly wanting John's opinion.
"He could be a vampire," John said, pretty much just to talk to himself , "Well that makes sense, now doesn't it, no it doesn't. I don't understand at all."
"Not a vampire John. The person who did this did not want their victims to be changed. This could mean that our suspect works at a funeral or used to at some point." Sherlock stopped to sniff the body. "Yes, the killer cleaned the body with the disinfectant that is often used for preparing for a funeral."
Sherlock reached out and pulled the woman's lips from each other. A thin line of string attached to the jaw. John was standing next to Sherlock and looked at the body. John glanced at mouth.
"You're right," John said.
"John I am always right. You should know this by now." Sherlock said, getting away from the body. He walked away from it and John followed like he always did.
"However that doesn't make sense," John stated as he followed along, "People murder people because they despise them. Why would a person prepare someone like this?"
"That is why they put me on the job John, because..." Sherlock began.
"You're brilliant," John said softly.
Sherlock turned around to face John. A real smile on his face.
"Exactly," Sherlock said and then spun around to face the inspector and lost the smile.
"Take the body to St. Bart's, I will be examining it there." Sherlock said and walked past the inspector.
John followed behind and they were a good distance from the inspector.
"So did you find anything?" he yelled behind them.
Of course they did not respond. Just leaving the inspector questioning himself and wondering why he put up with a man like Sherlock Holmes. The inspector was too distracted by the fact that Sherlock Holmes had left him with nothing to go on, to notice that Anderson had came up behind him.
"Good riddance," Anderson spat.
"Shut up Anderson."