The Woman

17. Secrets

"There have been two murders, and both of them seem to have been an assignation." Lestrade comes barging through the door. My attention goes to him as I back up from Annie. He nearly caught us about to hug. "Tell me more about this case." I button up my blazer as I turn to him.

"Two members of parliament were killed, I'm surprised you haven't seen it on the news."

"Ah, yes, we haven't turned on the Telly this morning." I reply, looking everywhere but in his eyes.

"Yes, well, let's go," Lestrade tells me to come to the scene.

"Annie, let's go." I grab my coat, telling her.

"Think I'll stay here for today." She smiles at me as she starts to clean up around the flat. She probably wants to sleep after last night; we were up pretty late. "I'll get John to come along with me then." I follow Lestrade out the door.

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"Yes, the killer is trained. The bullet they just dug out of the wall from a handgun. Kill shot over that distance from that kind of a weapon – that's a crack shot you're looking for, but not just a marksman, a fighter. His hands couldn't have shaken at all, so clearly he's acclimatised to violence. He didn't fire until the wife was out of immediate danger, though, so strong moral principle. You're looking for a man probably with a history of military service ..." I stop talking as my mind races to Annie. She might know who did this; she is trained after all and could give me a better insight. I call her, waiting for her to pick up, but she never did.

"Was that Annie?" John questions me.

"Yes, she didn't pick up." I inform him as I go back to looking at the scene before me.

"There's been another shooting! Just happened!" Donavon runs in, shouting as her curls bounced with her.

"Let's go!" I rush out of the door following Lestrade and Donovan, with John following behind me.

I get to the house to see nothing out of the ordinary, so I go inside where all the police are leading me. I walk in the bedroom to see a man in his thirties lying on the floor in a pool of blood. I notice he was shot right between the eyes, a very skilled shot considering that it was shot from across the street. I walk over to the window, looking across the way to see a hotel with a window directly across the road. "We need to check out that hotel room." I point out of the window to that hotel room that still had the window open. I rush down the stairs and across the street to the hotel. The man at the front desk looked startled as we entered the lobby. "Tell me who recently checked in and checked out?" I question.

"A man and a woman, they checked in about two hours ago and checked out about thirty minutes ago. They were pretty loud if you ask me."

"What were they doing?" I question, confused.

"They were having sex, Sherlock." John rolls his eyes, trying to inform me. He stills believes I'm a virgin, but little does he know what is happening right underneath his nose. What happened last night to mater of fact.

"What did they look like?" I question him further.

"The man was pale with dark black eyes, slick back hair, and expensive suit. The woman, she wore sunglasses and long sleeves and gloves like she was hiding her skin. She didn't say a word; when she walked, she walked like a robot." He tells us I felt my heart drop into my stomach. Annie, is she under a trance committing all these murders? John picked up on it as well, calling Annie

"Hello?" John answers the phone. "Where are you?" I grab the phone out of John's hand, pressing it to my ear. "Annie, where are you?" I question her.

"Sleeping because someone kept me up until three in the mornin." She moans, referencing our night together. "So, you are in bed?" I question her one more time.