I Can't Stand You Sherlock

Chapter 17: Three Names To The Game

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I felt the wind in my hair as I ran through alley ways as I chased after Fredrick. He had gotten out of the building that we surrounded without almost anyone seeing him, except me and Sherlock. Sherlock was on my heels until he took a different turn. Now I was alone, and I knew I wouldn't get any back up because Lestrade was leading the case and he was the most clueless man in Scotland Yard that somehow got the title of inspector. Sometimes I found myself asking, why was he my boss?

Now I could see fredrick just about 30 yards away. If I just had a little longer of legs I could catch him, but he was gaining more distance between us. "Fredrick!" I shouted at him as a distraction.

He looked back at me and tripped on some rock, falling to the ground. I smiled, happy, but I didn't think that would work. I ran up to him and pulled him up by his mop of hair, hoping it hurt, since he deserved that for making me run and getting my shoes wet. "I know you did it."

"So what? You don't have any proof. I'm safe," he said confidently.

"Yeah, but just you wait for me and Sherlock to break you down until we have proof. Why did you do it?" I kicked him hard in the ribs and he cried out in pain. "Tell me!"

"Because I was told too, they paid me a good amount of cash, too. I had fun with it. Tell me, did you enjoy my photos?" he asked with a smile.

I hated creeps like him. They made my skin craw, and it was times like this when I was glad I was working for the police, to stop men like him. "I'll show you how much I enjoyed your photos" Just as I was about to punch him, I stopped as I thought about what he just said. "Who paid you?"

"Do you want to know where the boy is?"

To me the priority was finding out who the payer was and I needed to know why. "WHO PAID YOU?" I shouted as I tried to act intimidating. My selfishness was pushing above the mission that I was doing and at this moment I didn't care if the boy was alive or not, I just wanted to know who paid him.

"He's underground. I think he has about enough oxygen to live another hour. You better find him soon," he said, referring to the boy, not answering my question.

"Why you," I said through clenched teeth as I smashed his head on the pavement. I brought him up, his nose wasn't even bleeding. He smiled at me as if he was just here to tease me. He liked this.

"Cool it down, my girl," he chuckled, though it was forced. "I think you know. You've been looking for them for a while now." He was referring to the group that paid him.

"The group that has kale." I felt excitement rise, I had my first genuine lead.

"Yeah, and I'm going to tell you what to do. Let me go and I'll show you where their base is. You can get Kale back."

For a moment, I almost let myself believe he was telling the truth. But then, why would he want to help? Fredrick always hated me. He promised before that he would get even with me at some point. He got paid from the group to get my attention. They wanted me and I'm sure Fredrick's plan was to bring me there. He would get paid more if he lead me into the trap. My grip tightened on his hair. "You're lying."

"Do I look like I'm lying?" he said with a smirk.

"Yes," I said as I punched him in the face, causing him to fall to the ground, out cold.

Within about five minutes, Sherlock came running over to us. "Rori, are you ok?"

"I'm fine." I said and looked at Fredrick, who was lying on the dirty ground.