At the shooting range, you shooting at the target using your pistol. Gunshot in the stall around you ring in your ears, but you focused on your target, gazing uncomfortably at it. You pull off your safety glasses, setting your pistol down and trying and failing to measure your breath. Suddenly The Man wearing a mask at the end of the alley. He appears to glide toward you menacingly... ON YOU. You fumble for your pistol, reloading with shaking hands before you fires. Shot after shot after shot the bullets rip through the man wearing a wolf mask like paper, leaving clean holes no blood then he remove his mask and reveal Garth Jacob Harrison and he doesn't stop, continuing to advance even you fire a barrage of bullets again and again and again.
Suddenly, you wake with a small start as Sherlock knocking on the window you presently using as a pillow.
"We're here" Sherlock said, you got out of the car and you an feel the cold wind whips dead leaves around the eerie animal skull covered cabin where Garth Jacob Harrison commuted his murders. No trace of actual wall is visible through the bramble, now covered in evidence bags, barely concealing, you presumably a wolf head underneath. The massive rack of a mature wolf, chalky white teeth contrasted against crown tines purple by dry blood.
You, transfixed by a harrifying heads around you. Every inch of wall, floor and ceiling is obscured by layers of Wolfs heads and wolf ears under a veil like evidence bag. You focuses on the blood wolf head, cutting thorough the bag to look closer. You turns, examjnf the rest of the room. You looks around the room from this horrible vantage point. The door to the little shack creaks open as Sherlock steps quietly in, a steady unease about you. You doesn't look up.
"Could be a permanent installation in your Evil Mind Museum or your Mind Palace" you said you feel Sherlock galring at you but you shrugged it off.
"What we learn from Garth Jacob Harrison will help us catch the next like him. There are still seven bodies unaccounted for" Sherlock said.
"Because he ate them" you stated.
"Had to be parts he didn't eat" he replied.
"Not necessarily" you said. Sherlock consider the magnitude of the room, coldly disturbed.
"What if Harrison wasn't eating alone. A lot of work. Dissapearing these girls, butchering them and then worse. All without leaving a shred of anything outside of this room" Sherlock explain. You considered that a moment then.
"Someone he hunted with?" you said.
"Or someone in a coma. Who happens to also be someone hunted with" Sherlock said then you close your eyes and in a brief flashback. You stand over comatose Abigail in her bed, holding her hand, feeling responsible. Your silent then as before. You open your eyes, still digesting.
"Abigail Harrison is a suspect?" you asked.
"Lestrade told us that he been conducting house to house interveiew around the Harrison residence and this property" Sherlock said
"What the gossip?" you asked.
"Harrison and his daughter spent a lot of time together. They spent a lot of together here. She would be the ideal bait, wouldn't she?" Sherlock stated. You studies the floor around you, your eyes catching on something.
"Harrison killed alone" your tone is definitive and Sherlock doesn't press the issue, but most certainly take not of it. You use the tweezers in your pocket to tweezer something off an evidence bag, holding up a long, black hair in the tweezers.
"someone else was here" you said and you look at Sherlock.
----------in London Motel-------
In the motel the black hair woman name Freddie Maxwell sitting naked at a weathered motel desk, working at her laptop connected to a larger portable monitor. Her long black hair cascaded over her shoulder, recently showered. Various photographs of the Wolf head and ears room "slideshow" across her monitor, as they are downloading from an expensive camera.
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The Empath and The Consultive Detective (Sherlock Fanfiction)
Fanfiction(Y/N) (Y/L/N) is an intelligent empath she used to solve crimes and capture the killer who did this to the victim, she one of the profession former New Scotland Yard for the crime and she can psychoanalyst and deduce some of the people. Then she mee...
