The phone rang on the nightstand. It rang over and over again until Sheryl Holmes finally woke up and picked it up.
Angrily, she yelled into the phone, "Alright, what's so important that you had to called me in the middle of the night?!"
"Sheryl, it's Mike."
Sheryl paused for a moment to calm down and to wake up. "Are you sending me on a case?"
"But it's 2 in the morning!"
"Well, I don't dictate when people commit crimes. If I did, they wouldn't happen at all."
"Alright, alright, where am I going this time?"
And that's how Sheryl found herself in front of the Wolfe Estates, a gated community for the wealthy, at half past 2 in the morning.
Sheryl stepped out of the taxi and headed towards one of the police officers standing guard in front of the gate and identified herself and her purpose for being there. While the officer was confirming her identity, Sheryl approached the security guard that was on duty. "So, you're the security guard for this neighbourhood?"
"Yeah. Well, one of them, I stayed at the station next to the gate while my partner was patrolling the area."
"Well, did you let anyone in or out around the time of the murder?"
"No problem, officer."
"Oh no, I'm just a consultant." Sheryl handed the security guard her business card, which proudly read, "Sheryl Holmes' 221B Baker Detective Agency". "Call me if you have anything you need investigated."
The police officer from earlier walked up to Sheryl, "Okay, ma'am, you've been cleared. Here's your I.D. Badge."
Sheryl put the badge around her neck, and the officer guided her to the body.