Hello Detective

The Blind Banker Part 5

The three of us left to go and find the man that wrote the letter. It was written on an envelope from the National Antiques Museum. Funny enough, it was the same building that we passed earlier, the one that reminded me of the Met. We found the author, his name was Andy, he worked with Soo Lin Yao.

"When was the last time that you saw her?" Sherlock asked Andy.

"Three days ago. Umm, here at the museum. This morning they told me she'd resigned. Just like that. Left her work unfinished." He answered.

"What was the last thing that she did on her final afternoon?" Sherlock asked him. Instead of telling us, he decided to show us. He brought us back to the restoration room where they keep things that aren't out on display.

"She does this demonstration for the tourists, a tea ceremony. So she would have packed up her things and just put them in here." Andy showed us. As he was opening the door I saw Sherlock start to wander off down the hall. I turned to say something when I saw what he was looking at. Just like at the bank and the library: the graffiti. This time it was on a marble greek statue. That was all I needed to see.

John and I followed Sherlock out of the museum. By now it was dark out, nearly nine o'clock.

"We have to get to Soo Lin Yao." Sherlock said.

"If she's still alive." I said.

"Sherlock!" Someone yelled from behind us, causing all of us to turn around. Raz, great.

"Oh, look who it is. You know, I was almost arrested because of you." I told Raz as he ran over to Sherlock.

"Found something you'll like." He told Sherlock, not commenting on what I had told him. We followed Raz where ever he was leading us. He brought us to some kind of underground skatepark covered in graffiti.

"You want to hide a tree, then a forest is the best place to do it wouldn't you say?" Sherlock observed.

"People would just walk straight past, not knowing, unable to decipher the message." I followed.

"There. I spotted it earlier." Raz said, pointing to a huge white lightning bolt with visible yellow code underneath it.

"They've been here. And that's the exact same paint?" Sherlock asked. Raz nodded. Sherlock turned back to John and I to speak.

"If we're going to decipher this code, we're gonna need to look for more evidence." Sherlock told us. "We're going to have to split up. John you go that way, Adelaide, you're with me."

"You don't trust me?" I asked him.

"No, I don't trust the men lurking out here. You're coming with me, end of story." Sherlock said, he was being overly protective of me and I wasn't sure why. I decided not to fight it and just follow him.

I spotted a yellow can of spray paint sitting in the railroad tracks. Sherlock walked over and grabbed it. He brushed his thumb over the spout, it was still wet, someone must have used it recently.

Suddenly we heard someone yelling from behind us.

"Answer your phone. I've been calling you." John yelled, running towards us. "I found it."

We followed him back to where he said he found it, but there was nothing but a black brick wall out on the tracks.

"It's been painted over. I don't understand. It was here. Ten minutes ago. I saw it. A whole load of graffiti." John explained, dumbfounded.

"Somebody doesn't want me to see it." Sherlock said. Suddenly Sherlock turned around and grabbed John's head.

"Sherlock, what are you..." John tried before he cut him off.