𝐓𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄 | 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑲 𝑯𝑶𝑳𝑴𝑬𝑺 [1]

five.

"that one kiss i knew there was nothing i wouldn't do for you."
Done by Chris Janson

after sherlock and i had left the ball, we went back to his flat to continue to work on the case, which we had found some information about it. i take a close look at the board and read off the numbers on the notecards.

"ok, for the account number, 70013097." i hear the ink hit the paper as he opens up a book. i walk back over as sherlock is writing down letters. "what's this for?"

he just puts a finger to his lips, indicating me to be quiet. he writes off letters and sticks them on the board, corresponding with the coordinates and account numbers. after he finished, i took a long second to look at the board.

'good to meet you sherlock holmes.' the letters read after going through a long list of combinations.

i looked back to the original account number. each letter corresponding with a number, and that's when it hit the both of us.

"moriarty." we say in unison. "who are you?"

i look over to sherlock, who was already looking at me. i began thinking of anyone who could have possibly gone by the name of moriarty. the many combinations scattered across my brain in an overwhelming pattern.

i'm then distracted by the ticking of sherlock's telegram. i walk over and read it, instantly, i am put in a worried state.

"what did it say?" he asks.

"enola's been arrested. for murder." i breathed out. sherlock and i make our way to the door, rushing to get to the police station as soon as possible.

-

after getting there, we make our way up to the desk.

"sir." one of the desk attendants says loudly.

"don't be ridi-" he is cut off with a loud metal cane hitting the desk. a loud sigh escapes his mouth. "superintendent grail."

"mr. holmes, ah and miss tewksbury. how lovely to see you here." he reaches for my hand, which a jerk back and place behind my back.

"i'm here for my sister." sherlock walks away, placing one hand on the small of my back to lead me away from the man. "if you can arrange her release, i'd much appreciate it. she is my ward and a minor."

"and a murderer." grail says.

"any evidence you think you have against her-"

"i have plenty. she was seen arguing with the victim, following the victim, fighting with the victim, and lastly, standing over the victims dead body! and when we find her there, with blood in her hands, she bloody runs." he says loudly.

"i saw your murder site. marks on and around the door show that it was forced open, and recently, there were signs of a scuffle and boot marks from three separate intruders. one of them, heavyset, judging by the height and extent of the subsequent damage. traces of fabric and spots of blood suggests that there was another occupant, likely female, who seems to have fought back, using a sharp and improvised weapon," i notice one of the security guards adjust their hand, covering a sharp, large, needle looking stab wound. "before escaping through the window. i would say that this was a targeted search and interrogation in which two women were involved and then my sister arrived, and you were curiously fast to arrive after her. now, are you going to release her, or shall we?" sherlock gestures between the two of us.

"sergeant beeston, if you please."

"sir."

the man sets out a book that i found immediately tell was a record of fingerprint matching.

"fingerprint matching. new invention, swiss. you have heard of it?"

"i have."

"would you care to take a look?"

sherlock and i walk forward. i feel a hand touch my lower back, noticing it was grails, i swatted it away, giving a stern glance at the man. the man to my left obviously noticed my uncomfortable disposition, so he placed his hand where it was before.

"makes our work so much more efficient, especially in a murder case." he explains.

"my sister never touched that weapon." sherlock sighs, turning toward grail. i keep my eyes on the knife, closely inspecting the exact placement of the prints.

"then why are her prints on it? it's a great day we live in. isn't it, mr holmes?" grail laughs.

sherlock takes my hand and walks out the door. after walking down the steps, he kicks the sign out front before calling for a cab.

A/N

hiiii i know that i haven't updated in a while but i just want to say THANK YOU SO FREAKING MUCH for the love on this book. we officially hit number 1 on #enolaholmes2, number 8 on #nathanielbuzolic, and number 9 on #ninadobrev which is INSANEEEEE. i also want to point out that i put this book out last week and we already have 300 READS?! you guys are literally amazing and it really makes me happy. thanks again for all the love and support and giving me the motivation to write. comments and vote IF YOU WANT TO. ily 🫶🏻
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