Chapter seven; Discoveries and Situations.
Hehe, I rule…
Henry listened to each word that the Williams said. Every detail they gave him. They were doing all they could to fight back the tears. It was always hard watching parents try to put up a strong front in front of the police. From the looks of it they loved their daughter very dearly. Henry's heart shattered every time they forced a smile or every time they fought back a sob. He knew exactly all too well how it is to lose a loved one.
"She loved every minute of the University. She wanted to become a doctor since she was ten." Ms. William said with a sad smile.
"Do you know who might would've wanted to murder your daughter, Mr William?" Jo questioned sympathetically.
"No," He answered quickly, but he suddenly looked to the side as if he thought about something. "but there was this one man that seemed odd. He was in the same classes as she was, but one day he just showed up at our door. That was before she moved to her apartment six months ago. She wasn't too happy to see him and she got in a fight with him. I can't remember what it was about. He kept calling her and one day I had to chase him off myself." Mr. Williams said with a sorrowful sigh.
"What was this man's name?" Henry chipped in.
"If I can remember correctly his name was Calvin Clive." Ms Williams said as she slowly took a sip from her hot tea.
"Was you're daughter recently in a relationship with anyone?" Jo asked trying not to push them too far.
"Yes she was dating a boy named Christopher Clark. She has only been seeing him for the past two weeks, so we haven't met the boy yet." Mr Williams answered.
"Thank you, Mr and Ms Williams. If we have any more questions we'll contact you, so I suggest you do not leave town." Amelia said with a sympathetic smile.
As they made their way out of the house Henry eyed Amelia and Jo carefully. He heard something in the elevator at the precinct that peeked his interest, 'Well, I hope you don't mind a bit of competition,' Amelia's words rang in his head. He sensed the tension between them after they had spoken and most of it was coming from Jo. He wanted to ask her what was wrong, but knowing her she'd lie to him and say everything was fine. He sighed heavily before forcing his attention back to the case.
"Alright that gives us two suspects, Calvin Clive and Cristopher Clark." Jo said with relief in her chest. They might solve this case before dinner and she could get rid of the British detective.
"Indeed detective. There is two scenarios that could play out in this case. One is that Calvin wrote the letter and Victoria could have mistaken him for Cristopher, or Cristopher wrote the letter and hoped that Calvin would take the fall for it."
"Quite so, Dr Morgan. Only I don't understand their motives." Amelia said tilting her head in a flirtatious manner. She knew exactly what their motives could be she just enjoyed Henry's rambling. Jo felt the anger rise up in her throat. She tried her best to stay calm, but that was slowly getting her nowhere. She wasn't someone who could get easily jealous, but with Henry's immortal charm it was impossible for any woman to stay away and that is what worried her.
"Well, Calvin has an excellent motive if I do say so myself, he could've easily gotten jealous of Christopher and thought that Victoria betrayed him, but this isn't the first time the Copy Cat killer struck. My best guess is that Christopher might've murdered Victoria, because… well for the same reason Jack the Ripper killed for, for fun." Henry said with a heavy sigh.
"I need to get back to the morgue to look through my old files. They might hold the solution to our problem. In the meantime I suggest you two ladies go and pay our two new friends a visit, but I would recommend you two going together." Henry said as he placed his hands firmly behind his back.
"I can take care of myself, Henry." Jo said trying her best not to sound irritated.
"As can I, Dr Morgan." Amelia said with a flirtatious smile which riled up Jo even more.
"I am most certain of that, there is a serial killer loose and who poses an actual threat, unlike a man whose hormones are in the way." Henry said with a serious expression. "I will not allow your stubbornness put you in harms way. I care to much about your safety, Detective." Henry said as he looked Jo straight in the eye.
"Fine, fine you got it." Jo said with an irritated huff. Even though she lost the argument against Henry she felt like she won the undeclared war against Amelia. She knew she was being ridiculous, because she and Henry has been together for 5 months now. She was just so irritated that he was so oblivious to the entire situation.
"Then I'll see you both back at the precinct, and Jo if it isn't too much to ask, please do be careful. That goes for you too, Detective." Henry said before he turned and walked back to the Precinct leaving a irritated Jo and Amelia to their own company."
Henry sighed as he compared the two letters. The one of 1902 the original Peasenhall murder and the other of today's case. The two letters were completely different the first one was short and mysterious and to this day Henry still couldn't understand why Rose Harsent listened to the letter and agreed to meet her murderer at midnight. The second letter was short and easy to understand, but what caught his attention was the quote beneath the initials CC, 'Fire gives light to words left in the dark. Why he hadn't focus some of his attention on the letter, but who could blame him. Most of his attention was still on Markus and Adam. He was just concealing his worry behind the case. Suddenly he remembered something that gave him knew hope.
"Lucas? Do we still have those emergency candles that we keep when modern power fails us?" Henry asked with emphasis on the word modern.
"Yeah, Doc. There in storage. Why?" Lucas asked confusedly.
"If you would be so kind as to fetch them for me I'll let you in on the secret." Henry said with a mischievous smile. Lucas returned a few minutes later with a packet of candlesticks and matches. He handed both of the items to Henry and grinned like an idiot.
"What is next Dr. Watson?" Lucas asked.
"If anything I do believe I would be Sherlock, Lucas." Henry said with a thin smile.
"Being either one of them makes me happy. Mostly since it makes us partners." Lucas said with a grin ever growing. Henry rolled his eyes playfully.
"In World war one German spies used invisible ink to write their reports on activities in London. They were later discovered when agent Mabel Beatrice Elliot applied a chemical substance and heat. This chemical substance is known as lemon juice. So if you would hand me your lemon juice, which is currently on your desk, it would be highly appreciated." Henry said as he pointed to Lucas' glass of lemonade.
"You got it, Doc." Lucas said as he quickly jogged to his desk. It only took Henry a few minutes to apply the lemonade to the letter. He held the piece of paper over the burning candle. Words began to form on the page and Lucas grinned even more like an idiot. "Wow, you really are Sherlock, Doc."
"Thank you, Lucas. Please call Detective Martinez and let her know I might've solved this mystery." Henry said with a mischievous smile.
About ten minutes later Amelia stepped out of the elevator, but no Jo. Henry raised one eyebrow as Amelia made her way to him.
"Where is Detective Martinez?" Henry asked confusedly. He put the letter back on the table, having memorized each word he blew out the candle.
"Another Detective asked for her presence. I believe she called him Hanson." Henry nodded as he turned towards her. She took another step closer invading his personal space and making him feel extremely uncomfortable.
"W-which suspect did the two of you speak to…" Henry trailed off when Amelia trapped him against the desk.
"You are a very attractive man, Doctor." Amelia said with a mischievous smile. "Why don't we go out for dinner some time." She said with a mischievous smile. Now Henry understood what Amelia meant by 'I hope you don't mind a bit of competition.' Henry swallowed thickly as he imagined what Jo would do if she saw this woman all over him like this. Amelia leaned closer to him and directed her eyes to his lips.
Muwhahahahahahaha. I love being evil. Until next time…