“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 Inn, where I gave her a memory card with the evidence on it, just in case she still needed a bargaining chip. That was the last I had seen either of the two.”
“Did you back the photos up?” asked Sheryl.
“What? Why?!” asked Watson.
Marlowe explained, “It was a job for my client, what she does with it is her choice. And I trusted that she would make the right choice... However, it seems like she wasn't given the chance to do that.”
With that, Marlowe put his coffee down, stood up, and started to put on his sports jacket. Seeing this, Watson got up as well, “Where do you think you're going, Marlowe?”
With a bit of anger in his voice, Marlowe replied, “My client is dead, Watson. I'm going to find out why.”
Watson began, “No, Marlowe, you're com-”
“Alright then, Marlowe, let's go to the Summers' house!” Sheryl got up as well and walked towards the door with Marlowe.
Watson stood there, shocked at the complete dismissal of his police authority.
“But- I- ... Wait up!” Watson gave up and followed them.