The 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 door clicked, and Sheryl opened the door. Before going in, she said, “Look, boys, I'm going to go in and take a look around. This will help us understand the Summerses a bit better. You two can stay here if you want.”
With that, Sheryl went in.
“... I guess you're right,” Marlowe shrugged and went into the house too.
Watson watched as the two disappear into the house, calling after them, “This isn't procedure! This is completely- ... You guys aren't even listening anymore, are you?”
Not getting a response, the poor detective put his hands into his pockets and stood beside the door, “Right, I'll just wait here then...”
While Watson waited outside, Marlowe and Sheryl looked around inside the Summers residence.
Sheryl commented, “Very normal for a weapons smuggler's home.”
“They're normal human beings too, Holmes,” said Marlowe.
Sheryl walked over to a table with a computer on it, and spotted a postcard with a picture of the Eiffel Tower. She picked it up and flipped it over, reading the message that was on it:
Hi Brett and family,
Wish you guys could see the Eiffel Tower too!
Putting the postcard back down, Sheryl looked at the computer screen.
“I think Brett is at your office, Marlowe,” said Sheryl.
“Why's that, Holmes?” asked Marlowe, who turned around to see what Sheryl was looking at.
Sheryl then gestured to the computer screen, which was displaying a map with directions from their location to Marlowe's office.