The Bás I Caillteanas Project

The Speckled Blonde

The next morning I got up, got changed and went downstairs. After the water fight with Sherlock yesterday, I came back to Greg's and went to sleep fairly quickly.

"Morning." I said as I walked into the living room.

"Morning."

I sat down.

"How was Sherlock? Feeling better?"

"I think so. He seemed better. We had a water fight."

"You had a water fight with Sherlock?" He said, surprised.

"Yeah."

"Who won?"

"Me."

He gave me a high-five. "Good. He doesn't need the ego boost." We laughed at this.

My phone started ringing.

"Hello?"

"Hi. Is this Sophie Taylor?"

"Yeah."

"This is Mary speaking. We've decided that you're perfect for the job, and you've got it if you still want it..?"

"Yeah, I still want it. Thanks Mary!"

"No bother, sweetie. So, it's 7am tomorrow morning at the practise. I'll be here to help you get started."

"Thank you! I can't wait."

"Bye."

"Bye, have a nice day."

I put the phone down.

"Good news?"

"Great news. I got the job."

"Well done, Soph. Was that Mary Watson?"

"I think so. Married to John?"

"Yep, that's the one. She's lovely. I went to their wedding."

I nodded. "She seemed nice."

"So, plans for today?"

"Absolutely none."

"Still want to come with me?"

"Of course." I smiled.

•

It was now 9:00. We'd been at Scotland Yard for about half an hour.

Sally came into the room with a file. "New case. Woman, early thirties, dyed blonde hair, strange red speckles all over her body. The woman, Julia Stoner, was found in her bed. There seemed to be no obvious cause of death."

"Right." Greg said, taking it from her.

She continued, "Autopsy shows that she's got two tiny puncture marks in her ankle and there's unidentifiable poison in her bloodstream. Looks like she's been bitten by something."

"A snake?" I guessed.

"Looks like it." She said, smiling at me.

"Thanks Donovan." Greg said. She walked away.

"C'mere." He said, gesturing me over.

"What?"

"What do you think of this?" He asked.

"Um, maybe ask zoos if they've got any escaped snakes. Or petshops." I suggested.

"Yeah, good, anything else?"

"Maybe it could have been something else, not a snake. Maybe she was murdered and, uh, they could've pretended she was bitten." I smiled. "Alright, I'm just guessing now." I admitted.