"Okay," Sam says, typing a few last details into the computer in front of him while I look around. There doean't seem to be many photos of the couple together on his desk, or of any family which is odd. "That's you booked in for room 164. A couple in their thirties, so I'm told, a nice couple. Their first trip."
"That's great, thank you," I say, resisting the temptation to smile at the simplicity but feel the suspicion rise. "I better get going then!" Sam laughs in response.
"Good luck." I smile in return as I jog up the steps, feeling slightly weightless for a moment as the boat crashes up against a tall wave, but land safely down on the steps once more. I follow the painted lines as they lead me through several corridors, and up a lift which the lines go into and climb to the buttons to tell you which one you need to press. As far as organisation goes, they are very helpful.
I slip my copy of dad and John's keycard into the key reader and I push the door open as it unlocks. I can hear, before I step inside, that they're having an argument, so I wait by the door until they realise I'm there.
"What the hell are we doing here Sherlock?" John demands. "If there'd been a murder, the company would be forced to closed."
"Very good," dad says calmly, not getting agitated, but rather, seeming to be looking critically at his deductioning skills. "What else?"
"What else?" John repeats, an angry smile on his face. "Do you think this is a game?!"
"What else?" dad says again, but John glances at me as he spins around angrily and then does a double take.
"Sophie?" he says, frowning. "How long have you been there?"
"Less than a minute," I admit lightly. "I am hurt, however, that you didn't notice me sooner."
"I saw you come in," dad says, and I smile and shake my head.
"Nope."
"I may have heard the door."
"Sherlock!"
"Alright," he says, quickly and quietly. "I didn't see you."
"Thank you," I smile.
"Yeah, lovely," John says, an angry smile back on his face as the surprise fades. "But what are we doing here? Where's the women, eh? Apart from Sophie, I don't see anyone else, so what exactly are we doing here?"
"I knew it couldn't last long," dad mutters to me, and I chuckles softly.
"What?" John demands.
"You were right, just now, when you said that if there'd been a murder that the company would be closed," I admit, beginning to pace the room. "I can tell you now that we are definitely here for the sake of a case, so if there's been a murder and the boat company hasn't been shut down, then what do you infer?"
"The boat company is the one that's commiting them?" John says slowly, frowing again.
"And covering them up as suicides, yes," I confirm.
"So if it's the staff that are commiting them, then why are we not - ?"
"Being staff?" I finish, and he nods, tilting his head slightly as he begins to listen. Maybe the anger hasn't quite worn off yet. "If we were all crew, it wouldn't just raise suspicion, it would be pointless. I've positioned myself in the staff in the hope that I might get to hear something important relating to it. As the victims are all entirely guests, you and Sherlock are here in the hope of getting caught."
"Hope you brought your gun," dad adds.
"Let me get this straight," John says, ignoring dad's comment. "Sherlock and I are what - bait?"
"Exactly," dad says.
"Precisely," I add.
"Glad that clears things up," dad finishes.