-reader's pov-
a good few minutes had passed and tewkesbury and I were still submerged in an awkward silence as we waited for enola.
"she's been awhile," I eventually said, breaking the silence.
tewkesbury nodded in agreement, "should we go check up on her?"
I thought about it shortly before replying with, "we ought to."
- - - - -
after the messy hassle of jumping the gate and entering the building, tewkesbury and I trailed through each room. we looked about, searching for any glimpse of enola. I then heard talking in the distance so decided to follow, tewkesbury close behind.
"enola? hello?" I called out whilst treading into a certain room, so relieved when I found enola standing there, "you left me out there with him, it was really awkward.. and.." I trailed off whilst glancing towards an unfamiliar man who stood with enola, "..and?-"
"-sherlock holmes?" tewkesbury exclaimed in astonishment, now in the room with us.
"-not the time." enola butted in, shaking her head from side to side. she then gestured over to the dead body that rested upon the couch.
"jesus christ!-" tewkesbury and I stumbled back in surprise at the sight.
"is he?.." tewkesbury trailed off before enola interrupted.
"-stay unemotional." she simply said before returning back to sherlock.
"who did this?" tewkesbury inquired.
"lord mcintyre." she answered plainly.
"-no." sherlock disagreed as he looked down at the other chair.
"-but it all fits." enola protested.
"no one has sat in this chair." sherlock announced, "no marks on the carpet, no indentation." he reached down to collect the cigar, "the cigar has been smoked, but cold." he then proceeded to pick up the ash tray, "and look, no ash."
enola knelt down and inspected the contents of the round table carefully, her eyes being drawn to the glass. "no lips have touched that glass," she said aloud.
"-exactly." sherlock agreed, "these clues have been planted for us to find, to mislead us from the true villain. this has all been staged."
"by who?" enola questioned.
"not mcintyre, but by someone who had a lot to lose without that document." sherlock paced around the room as all of his ideas tied together, "someone who knew what they were up to and was blackmailing them. my opponent.." he fingered a line of paper that had been placed at the side of the room, "someone who likes a game."
"did they get what they wanted?" tewkesbury asked.
"no, I don't think so." sherlock replied, his lips pursed.
"poor william." enola returned to the corpse's side and rested a hand upon his own cold one. her curiosity levels rising once she felt a scrap of paper in his clenched palm. she pulled this paper out and unraveled it, revealing a tear of some music sheet.
she then pulled a larger piece of paper from her pocket, this one also being a music sheet. she spread the two pieces of paper upon a table with tewkesbury, sherlock and I surrounding.
"they did get something." enola said, connecting the two pieces of paper together, the rip fitting perfectly in the missing gap.
"-mae's terrible music." sherlock realised.
"the truth of the god's." enola read the title of the music.
"could be biblical, mythical." sherlock offered.
"-theatrical?" tewkesbury shrugged, everyone turned to give him a quizzical look, "the gods is the top row of the theatre, the balcony. doesn't everyone know that?"
"this isn't music." enola said in realisation as tewkesbury's offer span in her mind, "it's a map."
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sleuth's love
Fanfiction"catch me if you can, ms holmes." who would've thought that the sherlock holmes' younger sister could crack a case of her own? no one, that's your answer. no one until now. as enola embarks on her journey to find a missing girl, she discovers an u...
