"Stop!" Sherlock said suddenly.
I looked up to him. "What? Did you find something?"
Sherlock was closely observing the body. "John, can you take a look at this?"
John walked over to him, and knelt down next to him. They whispered softly to each other, then John straightened. "Morse code." He said.
"What?" I asked, going over and kneeling next to them.
"Look at the cuts and the bullet wounds." He probably will pointed them out. "They form a code."
Then I saw it. Bullet bullet. Dot dot. I. Cut cut cut. Dash dash dash. O. Bullet bullet cut. Dot dot dash. U. "IOU..." I read out. "What does that mean?"
"Well," John said, " it's definitely Moriarty."
"Wait..." I said, looking closer, "There's more."
John looked at it quickly, and his face paled. "It says your name." He said.
"What?" I quickly interpreted all of the cuts and bullet holes into letters. Did you miss me Riley. I gave a little fake smirk. "Aw, he remembers me." I stood up. "The little bastard."
"You know Moriarty?" John asked.
I nodded. "He killed my mom a few years back. After I moved back to London from Edinburgh." Sighing, I explained how he'd delivered the news personally, and shown me pictures of the carnage. "He does like his little game doesn't he? But the thing is, I don't understand why I'm a player."
"Maybe you did something to make him mad." John suggested.
I shook my head. "Not likely. I'd never even heard of him before he showed up at my doorstep." But there was more to that. He was mad at me. Not just because I went after him for killing my mom.
"He needs you for something." Sherlock said
"Well that's obvious. He specifically spelled out my name in a dead girls rotting corpse. I just want to know what..." Then I started walking away.
"Where are you going?!" John called after me.
"My lab!" I called. "You should come by sometime. Check out my work."
"Where is it?"
"Ask Molly!"
My lab was small, but crowded. Lots of test tubes, and pieces of human bodies, but also piles and piles of books. I had the pictures of the body I had taken on my phone pulled up on my computer. "Why the hell is he trying to get my attention now?" I murmured to myself. "What does he want?"
"I think you can answer that question rather well, Inspector Allen." A deep voice said from behind me.
I sighed. "I told you Mr. Holmes, call me Riley."
"You don't sound like you're from London, or even Edinburgh for that matter." He said walking over to my computer.
"I was born in America if you must know." I said, focusing on my work. "Maine, to be more specific."
"You're hiding something."
I sighed again. "Okay, getting right to it then." I shut down my computer, and spun my chair around to face him. "So, you're the 'master detective', show me what you've got."
He looked me over, and paused, thinking. "I... No."
"What?" I said, trying to hide how hopeful I was. Could he possibly remember me?
He shook his head. "No. It's nothing." With that, he turned around and walked out, giving me one last curious gaze.
I leaned back in my chair after he closed the door. I could now see, that I, was his new case.
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