The Detective's Borrower

Prolouge: The Man in the Light Brown Trench Coat

"Oh my gosh it's actually you!" the owner of the complex said and stood up in surprise at the man who had just walked into his office.
          "Yes it certainly is me." the man in the light brown trench coat said. His eyes were scanning the room taking in every detail and permanently documenting it in his brain. The room was small with a simple gray-brown carpet and deep brown walls. Behind the owner of the complex's desk was a brick wall with a fire place and a lit fire inside. Little hooks were nailed into the wall on the back wall of the room. All of these hooks had keys and tags with numbers on them. The were obviously the room keys.
The ceiling had a beautiful, small, fake candle chandelier that illuminated the room in a beautiful way. There was a simple, cedar wood desk in the center of the room with pictures of the owner's wife and children on it the left. The other side of the desk was neat and organized with office necessities like binder clips, staples, and pens. In the exact center of the desk was a plaque that read "Robert Stewart" in minimalist hand writing.
The man in the trench coat could tell that the plaque was fake and was not made of real copper because of the way it was starting to chip. He had an immediate opinion about the complex owner. He was smart, organized, and sophisticated, but did not have very much money. He valued family and tried his best to support the members of his.
The man in the trench coat had gathered all this information in but a few seconds and began to talk to the owner about what he was here for.
          "Well, I am here to rent a room. My old place wasn't doing it for me anymore and I needed a change in area."
          "A big change as well. Last I read in the newspapers, you were in London." Mr. Stewart observed.
          "Yes. I have decided that British cases are getting boring and I need to start working on different kinds of cases in different places. London will do without me for awhile."
          "I see. So, is there any room you are looking for in particular?" Mr. Stewart asked.
          "Is there any room that no one else has been in in awhile? I don't know why but rooms like that strike a fancy to me."
          "Well, you are in luck. Room 143 has not been stayed in for 3 years as a matter of fact. Not quite sure why, I tend to forget about that room. It isn't haunted or something like that just, what's the word, abandoned sort of."
The man in the trench coat gave a sly smile. "That will do lovely, Mr. Stewart. Oh and no need to clean it up, I can do that by myself."
          With that Mr. Stewart stood and strolled to a hook. This hook was just above the fire place and had a large, ordinate key on it. The key, the man in the trench coat noticed, had the letter "B" on it. The tag on the keychain with the strange key had the number 143 written in it.
Mr. Stewart moved over to the man in the trench coat and said, "The bellhop will arrive with your suitcases soon, and your cabins are already filled with your first month's supply of food. After that, of course, you will need to supply for yourself."
         CThe man in the light brown trench coat turned to leave before Mr. Stewart stopped him and said, "Oh and Mr. Holmes, please enjoy you stay."

Authors Note (If you are a Sherlock fan, I suggest you read this)
One thing I need to say about this story is I am NOT basing Sherlock Holmes off of any of his TV shows. I am going to design him in my own way and he won't look like Benedict Cumberbatch. I just want to add more of an original note to this story by creating my own Sherlock Holmes. Sorry if you don't like this, but I don't want this to seem like a Fan Fiction. Take care!
-StoryTimeforAll