Sophia Holmes and the Great Game (Sherlock's Daughter Fanfic) *Completed*

Chapter Three - The Bruce-Partington Programme Part I

"So, Andrew West is found in Battersea with an unused Oyster card and no ticket," I explain, reading from John's notes. "How did he get there?"

"Not by train," dad says thoughtfully. "If he hadn't paid for the ticket then he would have been dropped off at the next station, not in between."

I nod in agreement. "He couldn't have jumped off before he got there?" I suggest, and dad shrugs.

"It's a possible solution, one we'd have to bear in mind. But he'd have to have disabled the magnetic locking system on the train doors."

I hum thoughtfully as the cab pulls up outside a small redbrick house and we walk up the path towards the front door, looking around for any signs of disturbance.

A woman with short blonde hair answers the door when we knock, her eyes red from crying.

"Who are you?" she says, tearfully, wiping a hand across her face.

"Sophia and Sherlock Holmes," I say gently. "Sorry we've come so late, but we would like to talk to you about you fiance, Andrew West."

Her lip trembles, but she beckons us in and we follow her into the lounge. "Do you know what happened to him?" she questions as she directs us to the sofa. "Have the police made any developments."

"Not so far, no," I say, leaving dad to look around as I sit down. "Do you know a lot about what Andrew was doing at work?"

"Westie was an agent, MI6," she says proudly. "Told me not to broadcast it around too much: could get him into trouble."

"He was working on a defence system for the government, did he tell you that?" I ask softly, but she shakes her head.

"He never talked much about what he did, but I knew he was doing something big. Was he killed because of it?"

"Not to our knowledge," I reply, and dad comes back to the sofa and sits down beside me.

"Miss Harrison, you were the last to see your fiance alive," dad says bluntly. "Where was he going?"

"Westie didn't say," she sobs. "He just left, didn't say a word."

I look to dad and we nod in a mutual agreement. "Thank you, Miss Harrison," I say, standing up. "I believe somebody will be around to ask you some more questions in the next day or two. No need to mention names."

She nods but looks a bit startled. "You're going already?"

"We've got what we came for," I reply, and she nods and leads us towards the door.