The Case of the Broken Hearts - Chapter 1The phone rang on the nightstand. It rang over and over again until Sheryl Holmes finally woke up and picked it up.
Angrily, she yelled into the phone, "Alright, what's so important that you had to called me in the middle of the night?!"
"Sheryl, it's Mike."
Sheryl paused for a moment to calm down and to wake up. "Are you sending me on a case?"
"But it's 2 in the morning!"
"Well, I don't dictate when people commit crimes. If I did, they wouldn't happen at all."
"Alright, alright, where am I going this time?"
And that's how Sheryl found herself in front of the Wolfe Estates, a gated community for the wealthy, at half past 2 in the morning.
Sheryl stepped out of the taxi and headed towards one of the police officers standing guard in front of the gate and identified herself and her purpose for being there. While the officer was confirming her identity, Sheryl approached the security guard that was on duty. "So, you're the security guard for this neighbourhood?"
"Yeah. Well, one of
The Case of the Missing CatSheryl put down the newspaper and let out a satisfied grin. The headline of the article that she was reading said, "Private Detectives Help Catch Weapons Smugglers", and the article described how Sheryl and Marlowe had helped the police round up members of a weapons smuggling ring. It didn't go into much detail, of course, since the witnesses had to be protected, but the important thing was that Sheryl had some positive publicity going for her now.
"The cases should start rolling in!" she thought to herself as she ate a piece of candy.
The doorbell rang, startling Sheryl. She walked to the door and stared out the peephole to find a little girl outside her door.
Puzzled, she opened the door. Smiling at the little girl, Sheryl said, "What are you doing here, little girl?"
The little girl held up the newspaper, showing the very same article that Sheryl was reading earlier. "Are you Ms. Sheryl Holmes?"
"Yes, I am, but you can call me Holmes."
The little girl put the newspaper back into her
The Case of the Smuggler's Wife - EpilogueThe night had fallen. It was a few hours after the arrest of Brett Summers.
Marlowe sat on his chair behind his desk, drinking another glass of scotch. Sheryl, on the other hand, had made herself at home on his sofa, where she was eating candy, drinking coffee, and playing on her portable game console.
Sheryl's phone rang, and she answered it with a simple, "Hello?"
She listened for a little bit before responding, "Yes, I'm still in his office. I'll tell him, thanks Watson."
Now a bit cheered up from the news that she heard, she put her phone away and announced, "They got Scotty back. They were also able to catch a lot of Brett's accomplices in the smuggling ring, including the boss, and Brett is going to testify."
Not really cheered up, Marlowe stared at his glass of scotch before responding, "Good."
Knowing that it was time to go, Sheryl finished her coffee and packed up her stuff. She was about to unwrap yet another piece of candy when she stopped.
Instead, she walked over to Marlow
The Case of the Smuggler's Wife - Chapter 11There was a silence in the air as Brett finished his story.
Detective Watson did the only thing that he could do. He walked over to Brett Summers and arrested him. "Brett Summers, you're under arrest. We'll send men to rescue your son as soon as you tell us where your boss is keeping him."
Watson cuffed Brett's hands. He then gave Marlowe a glare. "I should arrest you too, Marlowe."
Marlowe glared back with his fists clenched, "If you had let him talk to me alone in the first place, this wouldn't have happened, 'Detective'."
The two men glared at each other for what seemed like ages. Finally, Watson walked towards the door with Brett Summers in tow. "Are you coming, Sheryl?"
Sheryl shook her head, "No, I'll stay here. My role in this case is over."
"Alright then, thank you for your help on this one, Sheryl... and Marlowe."
And with that, Detective Watson left with Brett Summers.
The Case of the Smuggler's Wife - Chapter 10"After Marlowe left the bar last night," Brett recalled, "the boss called me. He told me that he had Scotty."
"Why did he take your son?" asked Sheryl.
"He found out what Virginia was doing. He said that the only way for Scotty to be safe was for me to kill Virginia, recover the evidence, and then take the fall for him."
Marlowe grimaced at the fact that his involvement had gotten an innocent child kidnapped.
Brett continued, "So I rushed home to find the babysitter tied up, and of course, Scotty was nowhere to be seen."
"As far as the babysitter knows, the whole thing was just a robbery, she never saw them take Scotty. I convinced her that Scotty was sleeping upstairs and that I would call the police, so she left. I then used my phone to track Virginia's phone, we have this GPS app."
Brett paused to catch his breath as he was about to tell the climax of his story, "I found her in that alleyway, talking to Marlowe. So I waited until you left, and then I went up to her..."
The Case of the Smuggler's Wife - Chapter 9Sheryl and Watson sat on one of the couches across from Brett as Marlowe poured two glasses of scotch. One for himself and one for Brett, the other two didn't want any. Marlowe walked over to the smaller couch that was at one of the short ends of the coffee table. He placed Brett's scotch on the coffee table. He then sat down on the couch and took a sip of scotch from his own glass.
Brett grabbed the glass and took a long sip of his own. When he was done, he let out a long and tired sigh. Then he muttered, "Virginia..."
"When I last saw Virginia," said Marlowe, "I handed to her the evidence that I had collected of your... activities. She said to me that she hoped that she wouldn't have to use it. She said that she'd try to convince you to turn yourself in, so that your family would have a happy ending. So tell us, Brett, what happened?"
Brett stared at his scotch for a little bit. Then he drank all of it in one gulp and put the glass down onto the coffee table. He stared at the melting
The Case of the Smuggler's Wife - Chapter 8Sheryl, Watson, and Marlowe chased Brett Summers into an alleyway. At the sight of the oncoming dead end, Brett took out his gun and turned around. Seeing this, Marlowe pushed Sheryl behind the cover of the left wall and Watson dove behind the right wall, just as Brett Summers fired a shot.
Marlowe and Watson took out their own guns and started firing back at Brett Summers, who dove behind a dumpster for cover. It was in the middle of this gunfight that Sheryl started tugging on Marlowe's jacket to get his attention.
"What is it, Holmes? I'm trying to protect us here."
Marlowe paused for a second at the strange request. "What?"
"I want to try talking to him." With that, Sheryl pulled Marlowe back and started walking out into the open to talk to Brett, "Mr. Summers, I-"
Marlowe quickly pulled Sheryl back into cover just as a bullet from Brett's gun narrowly missed her.
"Okay, listen Holmes!" Marlowe's face could barely contain the mix of anger and worry that he was feelin
The Case of the Smuggler's Wife - Chapter 7Watson parked his car in front of Marlowe's office and, sure enough, the three found a man waiting for them in front of Marlowe's Private Investigations.
Sheryl, Watson, and Marlowe got out of the car and walked up to the man. The man spotted them and walked up to Marlowe, "So you're Mr. Marlowe?"
Marlowe replied, "Marlowe is my given name actually, but yes, I am Marlowe. Good to see you again, Brett."
Marlowe and Brett shook hands. Brett then gestured with his left hand (on which Sheryl caught a glimpse of a wedding ring) towards the door and asked, "Can we talk alone?"
"Sure, let's go in-" Marlowe began.
This time, it was Watson's turn to interrupt someone. Frustrated by yet another flagrant breach of procedures, he took out his police badge. "Alright, that's enough! You're coming with me, Mr. Summers. We have reason to believe that-"
In response to that, Brett Summers ran.
Frustrated by Watson, Sheryl asked with a glare, "You just had to do that, didn't you, Watson?"
The three detec
The Case of the Smuggler's Wife - Chapter 6The three walked up to the Summers' house.
Watson walked up to the door and knocked on it three times, "Brett Summers, this is the police, open up."
The three stood there for a little bit before Watson knocked on the door three times again, "If anyone is in there, this is the police, please open up."
The three stood there for a little bit again, but there was no answer. Watson concluded that, "Well, looks like no one's home."
Taking some tools out of a pocket that didn't have candy in it, Sheryl knelt down in front of the lock to the door, "Well, looks like a perfect chance to go in then."
Angered by yet another blatant breaking of the rules, Watson protested against this, "What?! You can't do that, Sheryl, we don't have a search warrant! And what good will it do us anyways? We need Brett Summers here to question him!"
Marlowe agreed," Agreed, we need to question him."
Watson caught onto Marlowe's hidden meaning, "No, Marlowe, I do not mean your special brand of questioning."