Forgiveness and Sacrifice (Sherlock's Daughter)

A christmas murder

Busy, busy, busy, busy... Must keep busy! Find something to do. What to do? Nothing to do. No one to talk too. What to do? What to do?
A ringing sound brings me out of my state. My heart leaps at the chance to talk to someone.
"There's been a murder."
A grin spreads across my face.
"For me? It really is Christmas!"
"It's your gift, get down to Scotland Yard. I'll meet you there."

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"Who, when, what, how, where?" I ask as I skip into Lestrade's office flinging my coat on his desk.
"Her name is Ms Jane Williams, she was murdered at some point early this morning in her house. Gun shot through the head. Only got the call 20 minutes ago, let's go to the crime scene. And how are you so cheery at 7:30 in the morning?" Lestrade replies grumbling.
"It's Christmas! And my present is the very best!"
"Kayla! Someone's dead!" John scolds me.
"Sorry." I wince.
"Sherlock's rubbing off on you too much."
Dad grins and races out the door yelling:
"Merry Christmas Kayla!"

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"Alright, what have you got Sherlock?"

"Engaged, in her 30s, recently dyed her hair, not getting enough sleep recently, new pyjamas, healthy, well not really she had asthma and severe eczema, planning on staying here for at least another week, 2nd night staying here, got kids, one still wets the bed and is 3 years old." Dad rattles off.

"She's also divorced, homeschooled her kids, she had six by the way, three of them Chinese and adopted, one boy and a set of twins of her own." I add in.

"What? How did yo- ugh!" John blabbers.

Dad grins at me proudly before announcing that I'll need to question every person staying in this house while he investigates other plausible ideas.
"Who's staying in this house and who's is it?" I ask turning to Lestrade.

"It's the Father's house, his wife and two maids live here with 3 or 4 dogs. Jane's six kids, fiancé, her brother, his two kids and wife were all staying here last night."
"Let's begin!"

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"Tell me about yourself, where you were last night and what you were doing." I state as kindly as possible.

"I'm Robert Williams, 51 years old, a lawyer, lived in this house for 27 years - I inherited it. Last night I was in bed of course with my wife, sleeping. Although at 1:30 in the morning I heard some commotion so I got up to find Jane's twins out of bed. They said they wanted to see if Santa was here. Therefore we went downstairs and they fell asleep on the sofa. So I stayed up with them, read for awhile and fell asleep in my chair. At 6:27am the gun shot went off, waking me up." Robert said. He spoke slowly and steadily. His eyes glistened with tears as he spoke again:
"Please solve it quickly, and be careful when talking to her kids. They're good... Very good children."

"Of course and thankyou for your collaboration sir, I'm extremely sorry for your loss."
He nods solemnly, wipes his eyes and stands up. His face changes, he is the brave, strong Father again. I cross him off my list of suspects, even though I haven't checked his alibi. I know true heartbreak when I see it and it's in his eyes.