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?“Us?” Mark responded and glanced around the room. “We’re writers.”
?“Not merely writers,” I corrected. “Chroniclers of Sherlock Holmes, the greatest detective that ever lived.”
?“He didn’t live,” Mark pointed out. “Conan Doyle made him up.”
?“You know what I mean. We could solve the case and prove that neither of us had anything to do with it!”
?Mark tightened his lips in thought. “Solve the case?”
?“Yes,” I hissed. “Like Holmes and Watson.”
?“Sheryl, we know nothing about actually being detectives.”
?By now I was getting into the spirit of the idea. “No problem! We use the techniques that Holmes developed to solve crimes: observation, evidence, deduction—”
?“I don’t know,” Mark worried.
?“You have to admit it’s intriguing,” I decided, and started to pick up my things in preparation to leave. “First thing is to visit the crime scene!”
?Mark held up his hands. “Sheryl, we have no authority and no way to get into the crime scene.”
?I could feel my face break into a wide, wicked grin. “I didn’t tell the police, but I still have a set of keys.”
13. Mechanical
Mark Watkins
?My watch read 12:00 AM as we reached the door of a loft down in the neighborhood south of Houston Street affectionately known as Soho.
?We’d paid the bill, taken a cab downtown, then hiked up three sets of stairs in the old factory building that was converted into very expensive lofts.
?Here Sheryl reached into a zippered compartment in her handbag, extracted two pairs of rubber gloves, and handed one pair to me.
?“Is this necessary?” I wondered.
?“Do you want to leave more fingerprints?”
?I nodded and put on the latex surgical gloves. “You…always carry these?”
?“I was a Girl Scout,” she asserted.
?“How did the police not find them?”
?“They didn’t ask to search my purse, and I didn’t offer.”
?We faced the large factory-style door. “So this was where you lived when you two were married?”
?“Yes,” she said as she twirled a key in one of the locks. “It’s also where I caught him with Candy Poole.”
?“Her last name is Poole?”
?She undid a different lock and faced me, once she inserted the next key. “You mean to tell me you were about to bang her and you didn’t even know her last name?”
?I shrugged. “It never came up.”
?She shook her head and returned to the door. “Honestly, sometimes men are just a penis with legs.”
?“Look,” I said a bit cross, “I don’t know about your situation—”
