Long Time, No See

The God with Two Faces and the Television Star

Janus Cars...........

"Can't see how I can help,
gentlemen and ma'am." Ewart, the CEO of the company said.

"Mr Monkford hired the car from you yesterday." John stated.

"Yup. Lovely motor. Nissan 350Z.
Wouldn't mind one of them myself." Ewart said.

"Is that one?" Sherlock asked. Oh dear. No, Sher..... That's a Jag.

"Nah. They're all Jags. I can see
you're not a car man." He said. That's an underestimate.

"Do you remember all the cars your clients rent?" I asked.

"Um....... No." He said. Sherlock then looked at me with a smirk.

"Then how come you know what Mr. Monkford rented?" I asked with a slight glare that I have intimidated many people with.

"He was a friend." He lied. I heard a light chuckled come from Sherlock and I smirked.

"Nice holiday, Mr Ewart?" Sherlock asked.

"Eh?" He asked.

"You've been abroad, haven't you?" Sher asked once again.

"This, you mean? Nah. Sunbeds, I'm
afraid. Too busy to get away. My
wife'd love it, though. Bit of sun." He said, referring to his tan.

"D'you have change for the fag machine?" Sherlock asked, I looked at him slightly and shifted in my seat. John noticed it, Sherlock probably did as well.

"What?" He asked.

"I noticed there was one on the way
in and I'm out of change. I'm
gasping. Here." Sherlock said offering a 10. Ewart gets out his wallet and rifles inside.

"Nah. Sorry." Ewart sighs.

"Not to worry. Well, thanks for your
time, Mr Ewart. You've been very
helpful." Sherlock and we got ready to leave.

"What do you reckon happened to him, then? Gang stuff, was it? A drive-by?" He asked.

"Something like that, I'm sure. Come
on, John, Samara." Sherlock said, yup, he noticed. Then we went outside of the office.

"I've got change if you still-" Sherlock cut John off.

"Nicotine patches, remember. I'm doing well." Sherlock said and I had a slight sigh of relief.

"Then what was all that about?" John asked.

"I needed a look in his wallet." He repiled.

"Why?" John asked.

"Because Mr Ewart is a liar." He said then turning to me. "You maybe right about it but we need to talk after this is over."

"I know." I told him.

Scotland Yard, Car Pound.........

Sherlock is crouched in the back of the hire-car. He stares intently at the blood-stained back seat then opens a bag containing rows of tiny glass bottles. I crouch out side of the car looking at the out side and under of the car for clues. The the pink phone rang. I went to back to Sherlock as he awnsered it and put it on speaker. "My sister is thinking in the right direction." A scared man told us.

"And why would you be giving me a
clue?" Sherlock asked.

"Why does anyone do anything?
Because I'm bored." He told us. "We were made for each other, Sherlock."

"Then talk to me with your own
voice." He told him.

"Patience." Is the last thing the man said before the line went dead.