The Case of the Broken Hearts - Chapter 8

Watson opened the glass door and he stepped into the office of Scarlet Investigations. A modern looking office, it had the standard white walls and carpet flooring. In the middle were couches surrounding a coffee table; in the corner was a standard desk setup, with a computer and a leather chair. It was from that corner that a sultry voice was heard, “Can I help you?”

“Yes, I'm...” Watson's voice trailed off as he looked at the corner where that sultry voice came off, and he froze when he saw who it belonged to. It was woman, of course, probably in her mid-twenties.

She had gotten up and was now walking towards Watson. She wore a blouse and dress combo that showed off her figure, with heels of just the right length. Her face was one that suggested maturity and playfulness at the same time. Meanwhile, her straight, red hair flowed perfectly as she walked. Around her was an air of elegance, of the graceful sort, not the stuffy kind.

Watson just stood there, entranced by the approaching woman. A woman that, to him, defined the word beautiful. One that he wouldn't think twice about telling her anything that she wanted to know if only to be in her company for a bit longer.

Seeing that Watson was frozen in front of the doorway, Sheryl walked around the still detective. She took a look at Scarlet, and then took a look at Watson's stunned expression. Wryly, she said, “Now I know why Katie said witch.”

Those words snapped Watson out of his trance. Embarrassed, he said, “I- I am Detective Watson, and this is Sheryl Holmes.”

“Hello detectives, I am Scarlet.” Scarlet held out her hand, and Watson shook it eagerly as Sheryl rolled her eyes. “What may I do for your two?”

It was Sheryl's turn to shake Scarlet's hand, and Scarlet gave her a firm, but graceful handshake. After the handshake, Sheryl said, “We're here about Simone Walters.”

“What about her?”

Watson regained his composure. “Well, she was found dead earlier this morning, and we have sources indicating that she was your client.”

“I am sorry to hear that. Yes, she was my client, in fact, I just finished up her case yesterday.”

“Would you mind telling us about the case then?” asked Watson.

“Of course not, please make yourselves comfortable first. Would you like anything to drink?”

Sheryl and Watson declined her offer, “No, thank you.”

Scarlet gestured to the two chairs in front of the desk. “Well then, please take a seat.”

As the two took their seats, Scarlet stood in front of them, half sitting on the front of her desk. She picked up the cup of coffee on her desk and started telling them what happened.

The End

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