Fanfic of Sherlock
Change of hearts 1
"I can't believe my dear Howard is gone!"cried the old widow out as peramedics removed the dead body of her murdered husband. "Anyone who pops to mind that hated your husband so much that he wanted him dead?"I asked not interested in the grief of the wheeping widow.
"What he means is that we're sorry for your loss ma'am."John picked in, trying to smooth-talk my emotionless action. "But we want to catch the killer of your husband as quickly as possible and therefor we need to question any person of interest. Is there someone in preticuliar where Mr. Jamesson spended a lot of time with?". "Well..."she sniffed. "There is one person who knew my husband better then I did and that's our granddaughter. She lives here at the mansion ever since she was 15 because her parents died in a car accident. Even though she has the rebelious character of her late mother instead of the character of my late son, she and my husband sticked together like glue.".
"Excellent!"I concluded. "Where can we find her?". "In her room normally."Mrs. Jamesson replied. "Anna?"she called. From the other room came a girl in her early twenties who was wearing an uniform from which I guessed she was one of the many servants of the Jamesson household. "Can you please show these gentlemen Allison's room?"the widow asked her. "Of course Madame."the girl answered and then looked at John and me. "Please follow me.".
She leaded us towards the impressive hallway where we had entered the house less then a hour ago. There we almost bumped into Lestrade who was busy with calling his people at the Financial Crimes Division so they could check out the Jamessons' financial records. "Hold on for a moment."he said and looked at us. "Where are you two going?"he wanted to know. "We're going to have a nice little chat with the granddaughter."I answered. "Sherlock, she just lost her grandfather so please don't be...". "His usual self?"John guessed and laughed. "You know that even if he tries he can't do that.".
After our little conversation, Anna showed us the way towards the upperlevel that could be reached by a massive staircase that was made out of oak. Infront of the third door at our right we stopped and Anna knocked. "Miss Allison?"she asked. "Yes Anna, you can come in."a voice through the door called. "These are the detectives that investigate the murder of Mr. Jamesson."the servant explained as she let us in. "They wanted to ask you some questions.".
I looked at the girl that was sitting crosslegged on the kingsized bed, typing away on her laptop. Her long brown hair fell over her shoulders as she bended forward to reach the keys of her computer and her dark blue eyes shifted from left to right to check the words she had typed. If I had to guess her age I would say early thirties. Her clothes were basic which was wierd if you knew she came out of one of the richest families of England. A ripped jeans and a band T-shirt while she actually could wear things designed by any fashiondesigner on this planet. "Thank you Anna."she said when she looked up. Anna nodded and left the way we came.
"Tell me, what can I do to help you detectives?"Allison wanted to know. "I'm John Watson and this is Sherlock Holmes."John decided to take the first word. "We're investigating the murder on your grandfather. We already talked to your grandmother and she said you and Mr. Jamesson had a good relationship. Do you know anyone who wanted him dead.". Allison shrugged her shoulders as she closed her laptop. "My grandfather worked in the diamondsector."she pointed out. "That's how he made all his money. So yeah... He had enemies. Who, I don't know. He never talked about work with me.".
"About what did you talk then?"I wanted to know. "He would listen when I played the piano or tell me stories about my parents. Unlike my grandmother, my grandfather did like my mum what also meant that he could get along with me."she answered. "There was a tensed relationship between your grandmother and her daughter-in-law?"John asked. Allison nodded. "My grandmother is still living in the 18th centuries. In her opinion women don't have to work, go to school and can't be smart. All they can do is being pretty and hope a good man will come along and marry them. My mum was a muscian and a dancer. She played in musicals and in her free time she had with some friends a band. In my grandmother's eyes she was the devil in disguise and she was determind that my mom would be a bad influence on my dad. She tried to stop the wedding but failed. And then I came along. Did you know that when my parents died in that car crash, she at first didn't want to adopt me because I am way too much like my mum? My grandfather convinced her however and because of that I'm still even now at the age of 32 a prisonor in this golden cage.".
"So, your grandmother is clearly not your most favourite person in the world."I concluded. "Ow, you have no idea."she replied as she swung her legs over the edge of her bed and putted on her sportshoes. "Did your grandparents had any arguments over the past few weeks?"John asked next. "They always had arguments."Allison pointed out. "And mostly they were about me.". "Because you aren't the picture perfect granddaughter your grandmother had in mind."I guessed. "Ten points for the smart detective."she answered.
"Euhm... Allison."John said. "It's Allie."she corrected him. "Though my grandmother doesn't share that opinion.". "Allie."John started again. "You cared a lot about your grandfather, right?". She nodded. "Still I can't fail to notice that knowing the he got murdered only a few hours ago, you're the only one in this house that isn't grieving.". "I'm sorry to disappoint you Mr. Watson."she spoke. "But if you were expecting a crying girl, you're in the wrong room. I used all my tears when my parents died and guess what? Tears, even if you use a whole sea of them, won't bring them back. There's no point in crying. I learned that years ago. And if you would excuse me now, I rather go out for a run instead of being a pile of misery.".
And that was the point where I realized that I had found my equal...