One King Four Detectives: A Short Story

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One King, Four Detectives “Vivian Blackford and Palma Violet,” Watson reads, glancing up to see if Sherlock is actually paying any attention, “They seem interesting. Palma sounds just like you.” Watson says as he folds the newspaper and sets it on the coffee table beside his seat. “Who?” Sherlock asks, giving Watson his full attention now hearing that he said someone was like him. “Palma Violet. It says here she's a Forensic Psychologist. She just finished a case involving a string of supposed suicides.” He responds, glancing back at the paper, making sure he is correct. “Who did it?” Sherlock sits in his black leather chair, placing his fingers together under his chin. “Uh…” He looks back at the paper to read it again, “A cabbie named …show more content…

“Hello, Graham.” Sherlock greeted him. “My name's Greg. Sherlock, what are you doing here? You don't usually come to my office. I have to come to yours.” Lestrade shot Sherlock a questioning look, straightening from his original position. “Are Palma Violet and Vivian Whatever here today?” Sherlock asked him bluntly. “Her name is Vivian Blackford.” Sherlock rolls his eyes, “Yes, yes. But are they here?” He asks again, getting impatient. “Yeah. They should be in the car park. Why?” Sherlock, satisfied with his answer, left without answering. The door shut behind him. Sherlock moved around Watson who was coming over with two cups of coffee for them. Watson turned around and followed in pursuit of the Sociopath, “Wait, Sherlock, I thought we were going to ask Lestrade where the girls were?” “Already did. They're in the car park.” Sherlock responded back when he got to the front door and opened them, heading straight to the car park. “Alright. Do you know what they look like?” Watson questioned. “No. But… Ah! There they are!” Sherlock caught them right before they were going to get in their cab. He ran up to the cab door window, “Sorry, they will not be getting in.” Sherlock smiled apologetically at the cabbie and they nodded, driving

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