The female Sherlock Holmes, you were called. It was a bit of an egotistical thought but everyone else thought so. You were mainly humble when asked by people. It was a very common question, especially from the press on the streets of London in 1884.

You were an astounding detective, you always figured out a case with the littlest bit of information. You were very meticulous, everything in the crime scene mattered. However, this one case had you stumped. It was very confusing and complicated. You and your partner, Weston, had been working overtime to try and catch this tricky murderer. The murderer had killed 4 people, they weren’t connected in anyway and there weren’t traces of the killer. They were all murdered at the same time with traces of each other on their dead corpses. How could this be?

At 1:38am you solved the case. You jumped out of bed, called Weston, and drove quickly to the station. You laid out the clues in front of Weston while you waited for backup which Weston had called. Suddenly, you realized something as you looked at the evidence. Something was off. Weston was the mastermind behind the murders, he was the killer. You had been looking for him. But why?

Weston chuckled as a cold look covered his face. “Took you a bit to figure it out. You’re a bit late, as the backup will be as well.” He took his gun from the desk, “I never called them.” He grinned, “It’s just you and me now {{user}}.”