The Impossable Girl and the High Functioning Sociopath

Part 4

We ride in silence as I begin to think as I read the article for the fifth time. She's back, but something is different this isn't her usual style. Also she has come back after 4 years. Something is not right.

"Harley, what are you reading?" Sherlock asks.

"A news article. Something is wrong. I need information. Stop!" I say loudly and the car stops suddenly. "Wait here."

I get out of the car and I walk over to a few men. One is a older gentle man that hangs around parks, the second is a college student and the third is a reporter.

"Hello, miss. Lovely weather we're having." The reporter says.

"Indeed, but i'm afraid that it's about to get cold." I say and I show the three of them the news article anf the college student holds out a piece of paper. I take it and look at it. I smirk and nod. I walk back to the car and get back in.

"What was that?" John asks as I read the paper.

"An information pickup." Sherlock says a bit astounded.

"And a request drop off." I say and then I look up. "Drive, Anna. We have a crime scene to get to."

"I swear, Harley. One day you will properly learn how to make a request." She says and I roll my eyes.

"I do know. I just don't have time right now." I say as I open the email Hamish sent me with the details on the crime. I read over them and just about have the case figured out before we get there. I just need to see the body. When we pull up I jump out of the car.

"Lincoln, where is Hamish?" I ask Lincoln. He is a fairly handsome young man, but he hates me. I kind of up show him every time I come to the crime scene.

"Oh, Henderson. Did you hear something?" He asks his lover.

"You mean that obnoxious buzzing? Yeah. It must be some fly." Henderson says and I roll my eyes and walk away.

"Whitestone, where is Hamish?" I ask the one officer that doesn't hate me besides my own brother. He doesn't hate me because I helped him save his mother's life back in grade school. He and Anna have been my only friends.

"He's upstairs with the body. I'll take you to him in just a second." He says as he finishes the message.

"How's the baby?" I ask nonchalantly and he smiles.

"She's doing really well. Growing quiet nicely. Really healthy." He says and shake my head from side to side.

"I still say it's a boy." I say and he sighs.

"Harley, I showed you the ultra sound pictures. It is mostdefinitely a girl." He says and I shrug.

"We'll see in a few months won't we?" I ask. He sighs.

"Come on." He says and he takes into the building and points to a small room. "In there."

I take a deep breath and slowly walk towards the room. I faintly hear Anna thank Whitestone. I walk into the small room and I see Hamish looking at the body. He looks up to me then behind me.

"John, could you please prop that door open?" He asks and I look at him and nod slightly. He just looks back at the body.

"Female, approximately 26, 5'6. 145 pounds, unmarried. What do you think, Harl?" Hamish asks and I walk closer to the body. I hum as I kneel down next to the body. I pull out vinyl gloves and I move her hair from her face. Sherlock kneels on the opposite side of me.

"Got anything, Harley? Any theories?" Anna asks.

"Three so far." I pick up her left hand. "Two now, and your information is slightly incorrect, Hamish. She is married. She just isn't wearing her ring."