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Post by Jeanette Simmons on Mar 31, 2012 9:53:21 GMT
Jeanette swallowed as she walked towards Baker Street. She had been informed about the detective, Sherlock Holmes, and because of the case with her father and such, she needed help. When she arrived, she pushed open the door and walked up the stairs. When she got to the right room, she knocked on the door. She hoped that this detective could help her and the police on this investigation because despite the fact that Jeanette was often very free-thinking, she wanted to make sure this was done properly. As she waited, she took in her surroundings. Then, she thought about this crime, realizing her father was more scheming than she had ever thought before. She touched the scar on her face, which she knew would never fade. Her father had done that to her. She shuddered and didn't want to think about it.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 31, 2012 10:26:58 GMT
Sherlock was bored. Despite Moriaty's apperance, nothing much had happened. Yes, Sherlock ahd been pretending to be dead and now was back and apprently Moriaty had done the same thing. Just like How Irene had 'died' twice. John was out, and this was one of the few times that Sherlock had actually noticed that his companion was not in. They had needed more milk and Mrs Hudson wasn't in. Visiting relatives or something dull like that. So Sherlock had plenty of time to sit, plucking strings on his violin as he waited for something interesting to come up on his blog. Maybe Moriaty trying to blow some place up.
It was at that point that Sherlock heard a knock on the door. The detective straightened up. This had to be a client. Placing the violin back in its case, Sherlock walked to the door and opened it. His eyes full upon a woman of nearly thirty, judging from her looks. She appeared casual, but the way she held herself suggested that she spent a lot of time among people, where it mattered how she acted. There wa also some signs of chemicles on her hand, ones that would also sometimes make their apperance on John. She was a doctor.
But that didn't fit in with the way she held hereself. It was... glamerous. Actress, probably of some fame. But Sherlock ignored such things. Then there was also a scar on her face. It was old, too old to be from an abusive relationship with a boyfriend. Parent, then. Statisically more likely to be father. Mothers usually formed a stronger bond with their children. She seemed nervous, though, and Sherlock caught her touchng the scar. It was almost certain that the scar was linked to the reason she was here. So her father had probably taken some action that was illegal or she just wanted him put way. "Come in." Sherlock said, standing aside and geturing to the chair were his clients always sat. "What has your father done?" Sherlock asked, out right, moving to sit himelf down on the sofa after the stranger had entered.
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Post by Jeanette Simmons on Mar 31, 2012 12:55:22 GMT
Jeanette smiled, nodded, and went inside when he invited her. She sat on an armchair opposite the sofa when he sat down. He was clever; he knew it was about her father. "Well, he died a few years back." she began to explain. "But I was contacted a few weeks ago by the bank and I was informed that my father had stolen over 10 000 grand in money, and me and the police have been searching for it all over. My father was working with a man called Jim Moriarty, and we've been trying to track him down, but it isn't working as such." she told Sherlock. "And, well, I was sent to ask if you'd help us. After all, you are a professional detective, I've heard." Jeanette finished, and watched for his reaction.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Mar 31, 2012 13:31:56 GMT
Sherlock watched as she sat down on the armchair, the detective quietly closing the door behind her. Sitting down on the sofa, hs icyblue eyes fixed on the doctor and actress. Strange combination of professions. "Well, he died a few years back." Sherlock took that in, putting that away in his mind palace in a new room that had just opened up for this particular case. Everyone he met had their own room in his head. Just like every chemicle and compound. Information needed to be remembered and this was the best way to remember such things. He didn't even need to think about it.
"But I was contacted a few weeks ago by the bank and I was informed that my father had stolen over 10 000 grand in money, and me and the police have been searching for it all over. My father was working with a man called Jim Moriarty, and we've been trying to track him down, but it isn't working as such." Sherlock perked up, hearing the name of his nemisis. This could proove interesting. Thinking about the stolen money, Sherlock knew that Moriaty had not intended on stealing money. No, he had just wanted to show off. The money would have been with this woman's father.
The police didn't think he had spent it, which would have been based on his spendings. So that did mean that it would be hidden. "And, well, I was sent to ask if you'd help us. After all, you are a professional detective, I've heard." Sherlock paused. The good thing was, that they didn't blame Sherlock for what had happened, which had been the case until Sherlock revealed himself. They thought that the detective had organised everything.
"I doubt that you'll be able to find Moriarty too easily." Sherlock replied, the consulting criminal was very cunning and very hard to get hold of. "Finding the money should be easier." Sherlock said.
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Post by Jeanette Simmons on May 26, 2012 7:29:45 GMT
"I've already encountered him once, but he managed to get away. I know where he lives, though, but it's not likely that he'll go there now I know where it is." Jeanette explained, crossing her arms a little. Then she nodded. "The money will be much easier to find, yes. It could be in some of the stuff I took, or in my old family house..there aren't many places he would put the money, really. My dad wasn't good at hiding things." Jeanette told the detective. "So will you help us?" Jeanette asked, referring to herself and the police investigating the situation. The police were more intent on finding that Moriarty guy than returning the money to the bank because that was easy enough to do. But catching a criminal with such a background (if Jeanette had heard correctly) would be more difficult without someone like this detective.
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Jun 2, 2012 12:31:04 GMT
"I've already encountered him once, but he managed to get away. I know where he lives, though, but it's not likely that he'll go there now I know where it is." Sherlock thought about that. It was logical to assume that Moriarty would know his actions would lead her to where he was, so either he had left and there was nothing there, or it was a trap. Not likely to contain clues, considering who he was dealing with.
"The money will be much easier to find, yes. It could be in some of the stuff I took, or in my old family house..there aren't many places he would put the money, really. My dad wasn't good at hiding things." Sherlock looked emotionlessly at Jeanette as she spoke, his mind running through the different options. "And if he gave the money to Moriarty to deal with?" Although Moriarty wasn't interested in the money. As far as Sherlock was aware, Moriarty got bored, just like him. It was this that caused the battle field between the two.
"So will you help us?" Sherlock gave a nod and stood up. "Shall we start and looking at your father's last place of residence, then?" Sherlock asked. "Have many things been changed since his death?" If it was considered a place were money could be hidden, they might have left it mainly undisturbed, or uprooted the place. Sherlock needed things undisturbed so he could get a better idea of the man's habbits and this figure out where he was likely to hide a vast sum of money. Whether it was in the building or in banks.
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