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."
The Case of the Smuggler's Wife - Chapter 5"A few days ago," Marlowe began, "Ms. Summers came to me and confided in me that her husband, Brett Summers, was part of a weapons smuggling ring. Ms. Summers had grown tired of being a part of all that, and came to me to ask me to help to convince her husband to turn himself in and to testify against his boss. However, she also asked me to collect evidence of her husband's wrongdoings, as a last resort bargaining chip. You see, she has a son to protect too."
"I followed Brett Summers for a few days," Marlowe continued, "And last night, I was able to follow him to his warehouse, where I was able to sneak in and take some pictures of him and his crew doing business for evidence. Then, I followed Mr. Summers to a bar, where I approached him and tried to convince him to turn himself in."
"Were you able to convince him?" asked Sheryl.
"I think so, he didn't give me a concrete answer when I left," replied Marlowe. "A few hours later, I met up with Ms. Summers in the alleyway of the Golden I
The Case of the Smuggler's Wife - Chapter 4Inside Marlowe's office, Sheryl dropped onto the couch while Watson gently sat down.
Meanwhile, Marlowe walked over to the coffee maker and asked the two if they'd like some, "Coffee?"
"Yes!" Sheryl replied enthusiastically.
Meanwhile, Watson replied politely with, "Yes, thank you, Marlowe."
Marlowe brought three coffees and placed them onto the coffee table. He then sat down onto the sofa across from Sheryl and Watson. The three each take a sip from their coffee, and Sheryl let out a satisfied sigh.
"Didn't sleep again, Marlowe?" inquired Sheryl.
"Yeah, I was on a case."
"Would be it be a case that involved someone named Virginia Summers?" asked Watson.
Marlowe was about to take another sip of his coffee, but upon hearing the name, he stopped and asked, "Yes, did something happen to her?"
Sheryl and Watson paused for a moment before Watson replied, "She's dead. We found her body this morning, in the back alley of The Golden Inn."
"The Golden Inn..., that's where I left her
The Case of the Smuggler's Wife - Chapter 3Inside Marlowe's office, the vacuum coffee maker finished its duty. Marlowe poured himself a cup of coffee and leaned his back on the counter. He slowly enjoyed his coffee as soft jazz music played in the background. The serenity, however, did not last, as the voices of Sheryl Holmes and Detective Watson grew louder from other side of the door to the office.
Outside Marlowe's office, Sheryl and Watson were arguing as they approached the door.
"Look, Sheryl. I'm just saying that Marlowe might not even have anything to do with this. We should have sent some men over here to make sure that there is a connection first before wasting our time," said Watson.
"So, what you're saying is that your time is soooo much more precious than your men's time, right?" asked Sheryl.
"... No! I'm just saying that there are better things to do than picking out one random business card from the victim's wallet and following it!" said Watson.
"Look, Watson, we both know that Marlowe is well-known for handlin
The Case of the Smuggler's Wife - Chapter 2Sheryl found herself just outside of an alleyway.
The alleyway was closed off by the usual police setup. Police tape across the openings of the alleyways, the uniformed police guarding the entrances, the police cars parked close to the alleyway, and the like. A sign saying 'The Golden Inn' hung on one of the buildings next to the alleyway.
Sheryl took a piece of candy out of her pocket, unwrapped it, and placed it in her mouth. She walked up to one of the police officers guarding the alleyway, and told him who she was while showing him her identification. After he called in on his radio and received confirmed that Sheryl was allowed to be there, he smiled and lifted the police tape up for her. "Go right on in then, miss."
Sheryl thanked the police officer and walked into the alleyway.
In the middle of the alleyway, a plain-clothes detective and a forensic scientist were examining a body. Sheryl took out some latex gloves and put them on as she walked towards them. She walked up next to
The Case of the Smuggler's Wife - Chapter 1A deerstalker hat laid next to a smoking pipe on the shelf. Beside these two items, the room was full of items that were related to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's famous detective. There were the Sherlock Holmes books on the shelf, of course, next to the DVDs, comic books, and even VHS tapes which starred the detective. On the desk was a worn copy of A Study In Scarlet, the first Sherlock Holmes story. Without a doubt, this was the room of an avid fan.
The digital clock flicked its display to read 8:03 AM when the cellphone on the nightstand rang. The girl that was sleeping peacefully in the bed next to it stirred. She slowly opened her eyes, and with a drowsy look on her face, she sat up and reached for her phone.
"221B Baker Detective Agency... This is Sheryl Holmes... How can I help you?" she muttered into the phone.
"Sheryl, it's me, Michael."
Sheryl yawns a little before answering, "So, what does my big brother, the big chief of police want from me this early in the morning?"
"I have a