Not Everyone Needs A Title

Chapter 11

Lestrade called Sherlock to ask a man questions. The man had been charged with murder.

"I didn't do it." Is the first thing he says

"Alright. Who did?"

"Not me"

"You didn't say 'I don't know' so you do know."

"I don't."

"Alright."

Sherlock leaves the interrogation room.

"What?" Lestrade asks confused

"He didn't kill anyone. His brother did it. Bring in the brother."

"We can't find him."

"That's because he's hiding. Give me some time and I'll get him to confess everything."

"Wait Sherlock, here." Lestrade hands Sherlock a gun.

"Much appreciated. I'll be by later." Sherlock set out on his mission to find the killer.

He had grown those last couple of inches and was now taller than most people. He also grew enough to fit his coat just right. Not too big and not too small. He tucked the gun into his coat pocket and went to the... More criminal part of the city. He found the right house almost immediately. It was livable but not enough to be wanted. The rest were either all too run down or nice enough to be wanted by real estate.

"Hello?" Sherlock calls out

A man who looks a lot like the first suspect steps around a corner with a gun. Sherlock raises his hands in surrender.

"Did you know that your little brother is about to go to jail for murders?"

"Liar!" He shouts

"No. They have enough proof to send him to jail for the rest of his life. But because he won't admit to it he can't get our earlier. Camera evidence, DNA, stuff like that."

"He didn't do it. He wouldn't do that."

"Well all evidence points to him."

"He didn't do I did! He wasn't even there he was housejacking across town!" He says loudly. Then he pales realizing he sold his little brother out

"He can't go to jail. He has his whole life ahead of him"

"So turn yourself in."

The man nods and lowers his gun. Sherlock and the man hail a cab to Scotland Yard. All is fairly well except that they both go to jail. Just the younger brother will get out in a few months. As they're being taken to the prison the younger brother thanks Sherlock.

"Thank you. You got me off a murder charge. When I get out you should come by my restaurant. Thank you"

Sherlock nods as he is taken away.