My Clever Girl

The Great Game (Part 3)

"Rev...Who wanted revenge?" John asked curiously and a bit disappointed that he was wrong. "Raoul, the houseboy. Kenny Prince was the butt of his sister's jokes week in, week out. A virtual bulling campaign. Finally he had enough. Fell out with her badly. It's on the website. She threatened to disinherit Kenny. Raoul had grown accustomed to a certain lifestyle-" "Wait. Wait. Wait a second. What about the disinfectant then, on the cat's claws?" John asked as I moved the bag on my shoulder more with a smile. "Raoul keeps a very clean house. 

You came through the kitchen door, saw the state of that floor, scrubbed within an inch of its life. You smell of disinfectant." Sherlock said as John smelled his coat. "No, the cat doesn't come into it. Raoul's Internet records do, though. I hope we can get a cab from here." Sherlock said as he continued walking. John looked at me as I shrugged with a smile and followed Sherlock. 

Time Skip 1 hour left

"Raoul de Santos is you killer. Kenny Prince's houseboy. Second autopsy shows it wasn't tetanus that poisoned Connie Prince, it was botulinum toxin. We've been here before. Carl Powers. Tut-tut. Our bomber's repeated himself." Sherlock said as we followed Lestrade. "So how'd he do it?" He asked as we watched. "Botox injection." Sherlock explained as John looked confused. "Botox?" Lestrade asked with confusion as well. "Botox is a diluted form of botulinum. Among other things, Raoul de Santos was employed to give Connie her regular facial injections. My contact at the home office gave me the complete records of Raoul's Internet purchases. He's been bulk-ordering Botox for months. Bided his time, then upped the strength to a fatal dose." Sherlock explained and gestured to the file he handed Lestrade. 

"Are you sure about this?" Lestrade asked him with a serious face. "I'm sure." Sherlock said as I glanced at him. "Alright, my office." Lestrade said as John stopped Sherlock from following. "Hey, Sherlock, how long?" He asked as I waited for them. "What?" Sherlock asked with light confusion. "How long have you've known?" John asked as I crossed my arms. "Well, this one was quite simple actually. And like I said, the bomber repeated himself. That was a mistake." Sherlock said as I walked into the office hearing John say about how the elderly woman was still in a bomb. The boys came into the office as Sherlock placed the pink phone next to the laptop and posted on his site about Raoul being the killer. The phone started ringing as Sherlock picked it up and held it up to his ear. 

"Hello?" He asked softly as I watched anxiously. "Tell us where you are. Address?" He said clearly for her to hear as I felt my heart pounding in fear and worry for her. "No, no, no, no! Tell me nothing about him, nothing!" He said quickly as we looked at him. "Hello?" Sherlock asked nervously then went quiet. "Sherlock?" Lestrade asked as we looked at him "What's happened?" John asked as Sherlock slowly removed the phone from his ear as we all were hit by realization. The bomber killed her. I covered my mouth and walked over to the window and let tears fall. I felt a hand gently rub my shoulder and quickly turned into their chest and softly cried as they wrapped their arms around me and set their chin on my head. John's not that tall and Lestrade isn't that close to me so the only one left was Sherlock. 

Time Skip

We were sitting in the flat, watching the telly as I sat in front of Sherlock's chair. "The explosion, which ripped through several floors, killing 12 people-" "Old block of flats." John said and looked at us. "Cause by a faulty gas main. A spokesman from the utility company-" "He certainly gets about." John said interrupting the telly again. "Well, obviously I lost that round. Although technically, I did solve the case." Sherlock said, turning off the telly and started to run a hand gently through my hair. "He killed the old lady because she started to describe him. Just once, he put himself in the firing line." He said as John looked at him. "What do you mean?" He asked curiously.