Jeff drove away, causing a slight breeze to blow by, I stood there and smiled. If Sherlock was actually as great as I suspected, this mystery would be a piece of cake. The man seemed to know more then he spoke.
His intelligence was glowing through the disguise that he used. A cabbie! It was brilliant! They could show up almost anywhere, take almost anyone, and make them go almost any place!
The only thing I needed to do now was research more on this man. Jeff Hope, the invisible cab driver. No one ever suspects the cabbie. He could be in plain sight and they wouldn't even question his being there.
Maybe even Sherlock Holmes would have a hard time. Laughing, I spun around and walked home. Time to get all the information I could about this man.
Once I back into my house, placing my shoes neatly in the mud room, I passed through the kitchen, into the living room, and took a right towards my workroom.
After unlocking the door, I stepped inside, inhaling the smell that welcomed me back. I pulled the chair away from the desk, making a space for me to squeeze in between the desk and the chair.
I sat down, setting my mind to focus on finding out as much information as I could. I needed to hit a pressure point with him, tell him something that would give him motivation. It usually wasn't that hard to find one.
Either they were in a bad spot and just needed money, or they had a family member that they wanted to give money to. All I needed was one piece of information and I've got their entire lives in my hands.
I pressed the power button on the computer under my desk. The three screens blared to life as I sat up straight, excited to find out more. My mind raced with ideas of what I could have this man do.
I could do the basic, have him bring them into an ally and kill them, hide the body. Make sure he had gloves, prints are such a bother to get ride of. Quickly, I searched his cab number, cab 71126.
Up popped a few search results. The one that caught my eye most, A cab site. I clicked on the link and it brought up the cab company that this man drove for.
I navigated to the search bar at the top right of the sight and again typed in cab 71126. After I hit enter, a picture of the same man I had seen earlier was shown on the screen.
There was little information on him. Only the basics. His age, his name, and a bio that he obviously had filled out him self. It was just a short paragraph about why you should take his cab and the rules to riding in it.
Nothing out of the ordinary. Disappointed that it was going to be harder then I first thought, I exited the website. I reached over to my phone which was sitting on the desk next to the keyboard and dialed the cab companies number. A lady who sounded about my age picked up, she cleared her throat and began with "Hello! What can I help you with." I quickly replied by saying "Hello, I was wondering if I could have some more information on the man named Jeff Hope." She paused for a moment before answering "Sorry sir, but that's not allowed without permission from the cabbie himself." I smiled before saying "I knew you would say that. Maybe if I were to pay you for the information. How much would you need? Just some family information. Nothing too difficult." A longer pause. I heard her sigh a bit before replying in a quit voice "29 pounds and I'll tell you anything you need to know."
I considered this for a moment. Deciding it was worth it, I answered "I'll send it right after we finish the call. I just want to know how his family life is. If he has any kids. How his financial stand point is."
I heard papers shuffle then a small cough.
"He has kids, but him and his wife got a divorce. The mother took the kids when they all the money he earns goes straight to them, so his financial stand point isn't that good,"
she explained. "He was told that he had an aneurysm in his brain, and the doctors say that he's basically a dead man walking. He's most likely going to die very soon."
After she finished telling me this information, I heard the rustling of paper once more then she spoke again. "Anything else sir?" she asked politely.
I thought for just a moment before answering "No that would be all. Thank you. I'll send the money right away." Before hanging up I asked for her address to send the money to. I then hung up.
Before jotting down the newly found information, I made a call to a few more people, making the arrangements to send the 29 pounds to the lady.
After the arrangements were made, I placed the phone back where I had picked it up. I pushed back my chair so I could stand, and walked towards the door.
After opening the door and walking through it, I re-locked it and continued over to the wall were I put notes.
I grabbed a pack of sticky notes and jotted down these things: "Man divorced and still supporting kids." Next to that, I took another sticky note a wrote "Bribe with money, say it will go straight to the kids."
Taking a string I connected the first note and the second note. I then wrote "Say I could give money to support treatment for the aneurysms," and connected the first note to that one as well.
I then started another web underneath the first one. Placing a note saying "Ideas to start the chase," I began to think up of ways Mr. Hope could begin my game.
One idea I had which I jotted down on a note, was he could drive them into an ally way and kill them. It was nice and simple, but maybe too simple. This Sherlock man did seem to be very important.
He could just as well be the best chase I've ever had. Placing that down on the wall and connecting it to the center note I tried to think of different possibilities. A few where quite simple. Drown them, Hang them, etc.
Then there were a few others. Lock them into a room and starve them, torture them and let the police find the bodies. I always liked watching them think I made a mistake.
The one I liked the most though was making it look like they had killed themselves. Mass suicide. I placed all these ideas on the wall and took a step back. I ran my hand through my hair, making it fray a bit more.
I decided the way I would get him to do it was basically to sponsor the murders. Every murder, I would give him money for his kids. It was perfect. I then decided I liked the mass suicide idea.
Get the man to talk them into doing it somehow. I guess I'll just get his opinion on the matter I thought. Then I had an idea. Have the people take pills. Give them an option between two and let them choose.
I laughed a little bit before turning back into the hallway. After entering the room and walking over to the desk, I picked the phone back up and dialed the cab company again. This time a different person answered.
An older man. "How can I help you?" he asked. "Could I get a cab. Specifically cab 71126 if you don't mind," I answered.
I told him the address to send the cab to, which was the address of a my neighbors house, and hung up.
Placing the phone back down, I excited the room and walked into the mud room. There I put my shoes and a jacket on considering it was getting later, which meant it was colder out.
I opened the door to that lead outside and passed through it then turned around, locking the door. After reaching the sidewalk, I took a left towards the house address I told the man to send the cab.
I reached the house, and only a few minutes later, the cab arrived. "Hello there Jeff," I said. He leaned forward, looking straight at me through the opened window. "Hello. Are you gettin in or not?" He asked.
His tone wasn't mean as he said this, but it made me fell a bit uneasy. I opened the back door and sat in the seat. After closing the door I told him to take me to the post office, but of course I had no reason to go there.
I just needed enough time to talk to him.
After a while of him driving I began to talk. "I know quite a bit about you Jeff," I told him "But you don't have to be worried, I just wanted to ask you to do a favor for me."
Without changing his expression he replied "And what might that favor be?" I smiled, leaning back on the seat.
"Those kids of yours, they're probably not getting as much support from you as you want. Right Jeff?" I asked He didn't seemed surprised as I said this.
All he answered was "Being a taxi driver doesn't really pay much." I continued to smile as I said "And that aneurysm, you won't be able to support them much longer will you." He stayed silent.
I pushed on "What if I told you I could help with those kids of yours?" His eyes widened a bit as I said this. "I just need someone to give these to people."
I handed him two bottles of pills. "One of them, well, it kills you if you take it," I explained calmly. "And this one," I help up the one in my left hand "They don't do anything."
To my surprise, he smiled as well "I'll do it. See, I'm able to trick people into doing what I want. I believe that this would be easy for me." I placed the bottles down on the passenger seat in the front.
"All I want you to do is come up with a way to get the people to take them. Do what ever you have to," I said to him. I put a silver phone on the passenger seat in the front.
"My number is on there. Only call me on there. The number wont work on any other phone anyways," I explained to him.
"I already know your address, so once you kill your first victim, call me right away and I'll send you the money. Don't worry, it'll be quite a bit." He then stopped the cab and I got out.
Turning back toward the cab and bending down so I could see him through the window I told him "I expect you to find a way to do what I ask, considering what I know about you."
He smiled then replied "Don't worry. I'll figure out a way."
I stood back up. He started the cab and drove off. My plan was going perfectly. I hailed another cab and got it to drive me back to the address I had Jeff pick me up at.
After entering my house and going back into my work room, I walked over to my desk and picked up the phone. I dialed Jeff's number. Once he picked up, I explained to him that I was to be his sponsor.
I told him everything I knew about Sherlock Holmes and that I was somewhat a "Fan" of Sherlock's. After I hung up, I called a few more people, telling them to watch cab 71126.
Having links was very important in a chase. I sat there, smiling from ear to ear. This plan was going perfectly