Not Everyone Needs A Title

Chapter 9

An old woman had come to Sherlock. Her husband was running a drug cartel and abusive to her. Sherlock took the case because of Lyndsi having similar troubles.

"I'll do everything I can Mrs. Dale"

"Oh thank you deary. I can pay you."

"No need. Where is he now?"

"At a pub downtown called the Four Leaf Clover. He'll be there until about 4 tonight."

"I'll be needing to see your flat now." Sherlock decides

"Of course."

She hails a cab and head towards her flat. It's a nice enough area but Sherlock is more interested in the case. He searches through the flat being careful to replace everything exactly the way it was. He didn't want this man to hit the old woman again.

He found several stashes of a variety of drugs. He replaced them all carefully and told the old lady to go about as usual. He left after doing so and went to the pub. He found the man at the bar.

"I was wondering if you had anything... Uh, unique?" Sherlock asks the bartender

This catches the attention of the man.

"Like?"

"I would pay a large sum of money for underground remedies." He says carefully

The bartender nods in understanding

"Sorry pal I got nothing."

"Oh all right. Here." Sherlock gives the man some money to keep quiet

"You lookin for meds?" The culprit asks

"Who are you?"

"The names Matt. You looking to buy?"

"Sure. What do you have?"

"Come with me. It ain't safe to talk here." Matt starts out the bar and to his flat.

Sherlock follows him thinking on how to get him charged with abuse as well as dug cartel control.

"Woman! Bring me the goods." He says with an evil smile.

She stays silent as she brings him various types of drugs. Some of which Sherlock hadn't seen here before.

"Yous kinda young ain't you?" Matt asks him

"Well what can I say? Try once and your hooked." Sherlock smiles slightly

"What you lookin for anyway?"

"What all do you have?"

"Everything you could think of."

"Name some?" He tries

"Marijuana, cocaine, meth, etcetera."

"So do you have opium?" Sherlock asks knowing he doesn't have any

"Nah we don't. But yous still gotta pay so I don't rat you out."

"I don't think so. I might come by later with some friends though. Then you'll have your cash." Sherlock walks out of the flat and calls Lestrade.

"I would appreciate some assistance. I have a man hers who needs to be charged with several accounts of drug dealing and abuse. The address is-" Sherlock can't finish as Matt had heard him. Matt rips the phone away from Sherlock and throws it across the street.

Sherlock tries to run away for help but still small, Sherlock is grabbed by his coat collar and dragged inside. Matt headlocks him and drags him to a closet. Sherlock is thrown inside and the door is locked.