The night had aroused; the city lights blasted across the busy streets and the chatter from the people was increased. Roselyn was outside her balcony, her hand resting over the metal fence, gazing deeply at the abandoned street where only two large containers and a lot of rubbish surrounding them were exposed for watching. It was a lonely night, she wondered where Jennifer was and how was she, despite the fact that she didn’t ask anything about her state she knew that there was something serious happening to her. Not even a minute passing, her fixed phone began to ring and she entered inside of her flat, pushing the curtain away.
“Hello?”
“Roselyn Sorrows?” a male voice appeared from the other side.
“Yes, it’s me. Can I help you?”
“DI Gregory Lestrade here, you’re a close friend to the deceased Jennifer Wilson?” asked he, his rushed tone piercing Roselyn’s ears like a dagger; at first she didn’t understand what he had just said, the word ‘deceased’ repeated inside of her head like a broken record while a sudden, loud buzzing began to spread around her, dimming the voice coming from the other side of the line.
“Ms. Sorrows?” the man had already repeated twice because she didn’t reply.
“When?! When did she die?” her voice cracked, interrupting the yet another repentance which was on its way; the distressed tone was required when somebody received news like those, but Roselyn behaved as if she had been waiting for them sanely.
“Earlier this evening, we found her in an abandoned warehouse.” The man replied. She gulped; her look was lost somewhere behind the small lamp and the TV; hair brain worked with a massive speed while words and words began to fly inside of her head, whispers, screams, howls… She wanted to throw the handset but she managed to control her sentiments and retrieve her capability of speaking.
“If you’ll be able to come to Scotland Yard so we could have a clear conversation about everything; you were after all the last person who contacted her”
The same man from the session, inspector Lestrade helped her sit when she arrived; he was very certain about the fact that she needed to settle down before actually giving out statements. He wasn’t confused when she started with talking immediately; she choose to show no emotions or fear and shed tears, she talked and talked, told him nearly everything like a robot. He asked few times if she needed rest or she needed to drink anything; the curly haired woman kept offering her water but she refused; she was determined to bring the interrogation to a closer end and try to cope with the situation as soon as possible. After all, she weren’t emotionless, she coldly received the news but it didn’t mean that she was to stay cold until the end… An hour later, the door opened, revealing a tall man wearing a coat. Her eye lids were hard but she managed to recognize the look of the coat she accidentally ruined later that day. The tall man started a very fast and rushed conversation which all sounded like angrily mumbling, with the inspector but Roselyn managed to hear her friend’s name, interposing somewhere in between so she rose from her place and approached them, noticing how the man’s eyes focused on her with a dull gaze.
“You found her?” she asked meeting his eyes. Before he could answer, DI Lestrade began to speak.
“No, he didn’t. I dismissed to mention that, pardon me, citizens found her in the warehouse”
“Oh and also, I would need to introduce him to you” he added turning towards his acquaintance before turning back towards the girl he interrogated. “This is Sherlock Holmes; he’s helping us on the case”
“Pleasure,” the man looked at her as if she were the last thing in the universe worth looking at, and then turned towards the inspector; he didn’t even thrust his hand to do a handshake, it looked to mainstream to shake hands with the girl who ruined his coat; small, smudged stains were still remaining tightly between the fabric and she felt her cheeks turning red noticing them. He was a little, arrogant perfectionist after all…
