The Game Of Deduction.

Chapter 3

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Taking the plastic paper off another Belgium truffle L held
it from the top between his thumb and forefinger and put it
in his mouth. His unblinking eyes stared at the monitor; a
mountain of truffle plastic had formed and balanced beside
the monitor. L frowned at the screen,
"Take me through the basement once again Watari." He
spoke into the microphone.
"All doors and windows were locked from inside, no
possible way to access the room from outside." Watari
reported carrying the laptop through the basement of the
first victim.
"I think we are done here. Thank you." A computerised
voice came through the laptop before the screen went blank .
L pushed the buttons on his cell phone and held it over his
ear, "Inspector Lestrade, this is L, I will need records of all
the officers involved in this investigation including the
doctors performing the autopsy on the victim. And yes keep
a track of Mr. Holmes whereabouts for me please."
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"He is not picking up my call." John said to Sherlock.
"Try again." Sherlock said as he put on his tie.
"For God's sake I have tried five times already, Sherlock."
John said snappily
"Fine. Try Molly then, tell her we are coming by to get the
autopsy results and not to hand them over to anyone else."
Sherlock said as he put on his Belstaff coat.
"You do realize you are off the case and hold no authority
whatsoever?" John asked him perplexed.
"It's Molly! Tell her I said please." Sherlock said plainly.
Sherlock had this poor habit of asking uncanny favours
from people around him. What was more peculiar is that
most of the times they agreed, for he had a remarkable
gentleness and courtesy in his dealings when he wanted. He
disliked and distrusted most of the people around him but
was a chivalrous opponent.
The clouds had started crowding over the sky above baker's
street. The brick walls of the houses surrounding 221B
loomed gloomily awaiting the arrival of the impending
rain.
John noticing the weather went in search for an umbrella
since he knew Sherlock had a tendency of disregarding
everything when on the scent of an interesting case. It had been quite a while since the both of them went out like this
together. It almost felt like the old times.
Just as Sherlock started towards the door, Lestrade barged
in. He was fuming it was difficult to decide whether it was
because he was out of breath or just furious.
"Lestrade! Just the man I wanted to see. Sherlock said.
"Have a seat. Would you like some tea?" John asked him
kindly.
Lestrade nodded as he plopped down the sofa. He looked
tired. He pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep
breath.
Sherlock opened the front door and shouted, "Mrs. Hudson
we would like some tea here."
"I am not your housekeeper Sherlock." responded the old
landlady from downstairs.
"I will take it as a yes then, thank you." Sherlock hollered
shutting the door.
"I see having L in charge of the investigation is not suiting
you well." Sherlock said.
"Well? Huh. Its bloody awful! You, I can handle because
you are under my command even though you never act like
it. I never thought I would be saying this but he is an even
bigger menace than you. He never shows up at work, no
one knows what he even looks like and his shady assistant keeps ordering us to do things. Ordering! Me! The head of
detectives." Lestrade bawled.
"And you think its my fault?" Sherlock said frowning.
"Well bloody yes it is your fault! You would have not left
then he would have no reason to be here." Lestrade said.
"There there now Lestrade, you make me sound like a
official." Sherlock said with a smile.
"He has crossed the limit now! He has put everyone off the
investigation allowing us to resume the work on the
taskforce only after a thorough surveillance. He has ordered
all of our past records in order to check and evaluate them."
Lestrade fumed.
"He has come to play in my playground and now doesn't
trust the players." Sherlock ruminated.
There was a soft knock on the door. Mrs. Hudson waddled
inside with a tea tray in her hand.
"Inspector Lestrade it's been so long since I saw you. Have
you lost weight?" Mrs. Hudson said.
"Yes, a lot of it actually."Lestrade replied.
"Very well, enough with the small talk, thank you."
Sherlock said as he grabbed the tray from her hand and
hurried her out the door.
"I am going to have a chat with your mother, Sherl.." she
said as the door shut behind her back.
"I would never understand why she hasn't kicked the both
of you out yet." Lestrade said taking a sip of his tea.
"Let's get straight to the point. Why are you here
Lestrade?" Sherlock said as he stood facing the window.
"You know bloody well why I am here, to help you solve
the case." Lestrade said.
"I don't need your help. And if Scotland Yard had done
their work in the first place you wouldn't have the need to
be here." Sherlock replied.
Lestrade angrily set the teacup onto the table and got up, "I
know you want to solve this case as much as I do. You
would not be able to access the police data on your own. I
am here to offer you to work this case as a team to help get
rid of this new detective. But if you are so arrogant to
refuse this offer then I think we are done here."
Lestrade grabbed his coat and opened the front door.
Sherlock watched the clouds hide the sun and gloom setting
over Baker's street through the window.
"Wait, George." He said at last.
Lestrade turned on the door and said exasperatedly,
"It's Greg."
"Close?" Sherlock tried to recompense as Lestrade just
shook his head.
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