When they arrived at the police station Detective campana, bell was waiting for them
'Captain, we have her in interview room 2 but she's refusing to speak to anyone.'
'That's why i brought him.' Sherlock made his way to the room. He went in and sat down in the chair opposite her.
'I never thought i'd see te in here Irene, te hardly ever get caught.' She quickly glanced at him then looked back down at the table. 'And your not one for kidnapping either. Where is she?.' She detto nothing. 'Irene i know te were there, i could smell your perfume on Joan's pillows. The domanda is why were te there?.' She looked back up at him.
'Well my domanda is why didn't te come to Londra with me?.'
'Is that why te did it? Over some ticket?.'
'No.' She looked down at her lap.
'Then why? Help me understand.'
'I... can't.'
'Then i can't help you.' He got up to leave.
'Wait.' He sat back down. 'I'm sorry for what i did. I didn't think he would want me to go that far.'
'Who?.'
'He's an old acquaintance. I used to jobs for him awhile back then one giorno he got in touch, detto he needed my services.'
'Is this the same man who...'
'Made me fake my death.' Sherlock thought for a moment then he realized something.
'Were te working for him when te were with me?.' Irene nodded. 'Why didn't te say something?.'
'I couldn't.' Sherlock got up and started to pace back and forth across the room.
'So that's were the money came from. I always wondered how te always had all this money even when te didn't have a job.'
'He only payed me a high amount as a guarantee that i wouldn't screw things up and to keep me quite.'
'You still could have detto something. We could have run away.'
'It wouldn't have made a difference, He'd have found us one way o another.'
'Then i would have dato myself up to save you.' Irene looked at him surprised.
'Why?.'
'Because i was so in Amore with te back then that i would have done anything to protect you. But those days are over and i'm begging te Irene, help me find her.'
After ten minuets, they arrived at the address Irene gave them. The swat team got into their positions and were waiting Gregson signal.
'Hold your positions. Ok Holmes te know this could be a decoy?.'
'I know but it's the only lead we've got and there could be a chance that she's in there.'
'Your call. Go!' The swat team burst in quickly followed da Sherlock and Gregson. They searched every room but they couldn't find anything.
'All clear sir!.'
'It can't be. Gregson she has to be here, she has to be.'
'Holmes they've searched all the rooms.' Sherlock shook his head.
'No... no....'
'Captain!.' Gregson went over to the officer who handed a disc. 'We found this in the back room.'
They went back out to the surveillance furgone, van to watch the disc. Gregson stuck in the player and Joan came up on the screen, She looked tired and bruised.
'Help me. Please Sherlock, I'm so scared. I don't think i can last much longer. I don't even why their letting me do this. I want te to know that i believe in te and i know you'll find me, just promise me te won't give up. Please don't give up on me Sherlock. Please. I Amore you.'
Gregson looked at Sherlock then told everyone else to leave the van.
'Holmes?.'
'They've hurt her.' Gregson looked down at his hands, they were clenched. 'They've hit her.'
'Holmes, just calm down.' He stormed out the van. 'Where are te going?.' He didn't answer him. He went back into the flat to cerca some more. He found the room with the radiator in it, this is where they kept her. He examined it but couldn't find anything. He couldn't help but imagine Joan handcuffed to it, all battered and bruised. He had to find her soon. He made his way out and found Gregson waiting da his car.
'You ok?.'
'I'm fine. I just went upstairs to examine the radiator but there's nothing there. They must have cleaned up any evidence, it was pretty damp.'
'Holmes maybe te should go home. We'll keep looking here.'
'As much as i appreciate your concern, i'd like to stay here. This closest we've been to finding her and i don't want the police to miss anything that could be of vital importance.'
'Thanks for vote of confidence(!).'
'Captain, we have her in interview room 2 but she's refusing to speak to anyone.'
'That's why i brought him.' Sherlock made his way to the room. He went in and sat down in the chair opposite her.
'I never thought i'd see te in here Irene, te hardly ever get caught.' She quickly glanced at him then looked back down at the table. 'And your not one for kidnapping either. Where is she?.' She detto nothing. 'Irene i know te were there, i could smell your perfume on Joan's pillows. The domanda is why were te there?.' She looked back up at him.
'Well my domanda is why didn't te come to Londra with me?.'
'Is that why te did it? Over some ticket?.'
'No.' She looked down at her lap.
'Then why? Help me understand.'
'I... can't.'
'Then i can't help you.' He got up to leave.
'Wait.' He sat back down. 'I'm sorry for what i did. I didn't think he would want me to go that far.'
'Who?.'
'He's an old acquaintance. I used to jobs for him awhile back then one giorno he got in touch, detto he needed my services.'
'Is this the same man who...'
'Made me fake my death.' Sherlock thought for a moment then he realized something.
'Were te working for him when te were with me?.' Irene nodded. 'Why didn't te say something?.'
'I couldn't.' Sherlock got up and started to pace back and forth across the room.
'So that's were the money came from. I always wondered how te always had all this money even when te didn't have a job.'
'He only payed me a high amount as a guarantee that i wouldn't screw things up and to keep me quite.'
'You still could have detto something. We could have run away.'
'It wouldn't have made a difference, He'd have found us one way o another.'
'Then i would have dato myself up to save you.' Irene looked at him surprised.
'Why?.'
'Because i was so in Amore with te back then that i would have done anything to protect you. But those days are over and i'm begging te Irene, help me find her.'
After ten minuets, they arrived at the address Irene gave them. The swat team got into their positions and were waiting Gregson signal.
'Hold your positions. Ok Holmes te know this could be a decoy?.'
'I know but it's the only lead we've got and there could be a chance that she's in there.'
'Your call. Go!' The swat team burst in quickly followed da Sherlock and Gregson. They searched every room but they couldn't find anything.
'All clear sir!.'
'It can't be. Gregson she has to be here, she has to be.'
'Holmes they've searched all the rooms.' Sherlock shook his head.
'No... no....'
'Captain!.' Gregson went over to the officer who handed a disc. 'We found this in the back room.'
They went back out to the surveillance furgone, van to watch the disc. Gregson stuck in the player and Joan came up on the screen, She looked tired and bruised.
'Help me. Please Sherlock, I'm so scared. I don't think i can last much longer. I don't even why their letting me do this. I want te to know that i believe in te and i know you'll find me, just promise me te won't give up. Please don't give up on me Sherlock. Please. I Amore you.'
Gregson looked at Sherlock then told everyone else to leave the van.
'Holmes?.'
'They've hurt her.' Gregson looked down at his hands, they were clenched. 'They've hit her.'
'Holmes, just calm down.' He stormed out the van. 'Where are te going?.' He didn't answer him. He went back into the flat to cerca some more. He found the room with the radiator in it, this is where they kept her. He examined it but couldn't find anything. He couldn't help but imagine Joan handcuffed to it, all battered and bruised. He had to find her soon. He made his way out and found Gregson waiting da his car.
'You ok?.'
'I'm fine. I just went upstairs to examine the radiator but there's nothing there. They must have cleaned up any evidence, it was pretty damp.'
'Holmes maybe te should go home. We'll keep looking here.'
'As much as i appreciate your concern, i'd like to stay here. This closest we've been to finding her and i don't want the police to miss anything that could be of vital importance.'
'Thanks for vote of confidence(!).'
