Hello Detective

The Great Game Part 4

By the time we arrived at the scene Anderson and his team were already examining the car. The area was taped off by the river with disheveled apartments.

"The car was hired yesterday morning by an Ian Monkford. Banker, city boy and he paid in cash. He told his wife he was going on a business trip and never arrived." I told Lestrade and Sherlock, passing him the file. I stalked off to get a good look at the car when Donovan approached me.

"You're still hanging around him? Opposites attract, I suppose." She said rudely.

"We're not together Sally." I retorted.

"You should get yourself a hobby so you're not hanging around him all the time outside of work. Stamps, maybe. Model trains, safer." She suggested.

"Thanks but I think I'll pass." I said, walking away to look at the car.

There was blood spewn all over the console.

"Does DNA check out?" I asked Anderson, who looked displeased to see Sherlock here.

"Yes, it's Ian Monkfords." He answered. I bent down into the car to open the glove compartment, when I glanced up to the mirror I could see Anderson looking at my ass. I rolled my eyes. I picked a business card out of the car and handed it to Sherlock as he asked Lestrade a question.

"No body?" He said.

"Not yet." Sally answered.

"Get a sample sent to the lab." Sherlock instructed and Sally rolled her eyes. What Sherlock did next really surprised me. He stalked off and approached a woman who could only be Ian Monkfords' wife. Sally and Lestrade had already questioned the woman so I followed Sherlock to gain my own opinion of her.

"Mrs.Monkford?" Sherlock said, in a somber tone.

"Yes," she looked up to Sherlock and sighed, "Sorry, but I've already spoken with two policemen."

"Sherlock Holmes. Very old friend of your husband's. We grew up together." Sherlock said, shaking the woman's hand. I looked up to him and swore I saw a tear slide down his cheek.

"I'm sorry. Who? I don't think he ever mentioned you." The wife said.

"Oh, he must have done. This is... This is horrible. I mean, I just can't believe it. I only saw him the other day. Same old Ian. Not a care in the world." Sherlock was really playing this one up. He was literally in tears and I couldn't believe it.

"Sorry... My husband has been depressed for months." The wife said, not believing Sherlock. Sherlock kept the surprised teary look on his face as he looked to me at his side.

"Who are you?" The life asked him again.

"Pretty strange that he hired a car. Why would he do that? It's a bit suspicious, isn't it?" Sherlock said, his voice trembling. I noticed his eyes were so bright and a tear slipped out of them, gliding down his cheek.

"No, it isn't. He forgot to renew the tax on the car, that's all." She said, defending her husband.

"Ah, well! That was Ian. That was Ian all over." Sherlock smiled, his face still wet with fake tears.

"No, it wasn't." The wife argued.

"Wasn't it. Interesting." Sherlock said now in his normal husky voice, his cold demeanor was now back. He turned suddenly and walked away from the wife.

Once we were far enough away from the wife I turned to Sherlock and wiped the fake tears off his face. He looked surprised at my actions.

"Are you high? Because that was crazy." I said. He didn't answer my question.