Phoenix

chapter 1

Violin.

That was my first thought, I sought out all my favorite notes in the long cascade of sound and noise that I new well. Someone was playing the violin. It was my dad.

I got up out of bed and walked through the hallway, my bare feet were cold on the hard wood floor as I walked and my hair was tied in a bun on the top of my head. When I got to the mane part of the flat, I picked up my slightly smaller violin and played the same tune as him. Once I started playing, he new I was there. We finished the song, together.

We had done this once before, I remember the first time he had played for me. I was 4 and I had asked what it was he was holding, I had heard him play before. He had told me about his violin and played a piece for me. I had said I wanted to know how to play and so he had taught me.

Now I know how to play the violin without looking at the strings, it helps me to calm down and find my peace. I am not as  good at making deductions though. I love playing the violin daddy tried to teach me how to play the piano. I didn't like it as much. I wanted something I could carry around and play where ever I wanted or could.

"Good morning dad" I said, as he turned around to look at me. "Good morning." There was a moment's hesitation, then he asked

"I was thinking about a case, Lastrade asked me about. You could come and help me with it? If you want."

"Ya! Yes! Oh good, I thought you'd never ask."

I finished that of with a small smile and raced to my room, only to stick my head around the corner of the hallway and say,

"When are we leaving?"

He gave me a small chuckle, and said "9:00"

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We got out of the taxi and started heading to the door of the house. It was 40 years old at the least and some of the windows had been broken, recently I concluded. The dust line around the shattered bit still hadn't piled back up yet.

It was dark inside the old house and there was dust on everything.
It took a minute for my eyes to adjust to the dark. We were led to the basement of the house by two people that were wearing blue poncho things. They left us there and went back upstairs, I watched them as they climbed the steep steps.

We met Lastrade down there in the dark he was holding a small flash light and was bending over a body sprawled across the hard concrete floor of the basement.

The body had no physical wounds that I could see, it looked like a young girl. She had long coffee colored hair and deep brown eyes, which were open. Immediately, dad walked over and started examining the corpse. I put on gloves and walked over and slowly crouched down and started examining the body.

"What do you think, Sherlock? Attempted suicide?" Lastrade said. I was looking at her hands when he asked.

"She was drown" I said "you can see the marks on her fingers ware she tried to claw herself loose" dad continued shortly, there was a pause before Lastrade opened his mouth "don't ask me why she is hear I don't know," he said.

A little while later, we got in a cab to go back to our flat. The ride seamed to take longer than when we were driving there.

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