When they arrived at the police station Detective campana was waiting for them
'Captain, we have her in interview room 2 but she's refusing to speak to anyone.'
'That's why i brought him.' Sherlock made his way to the room. He went in and sat down in the chair opposite her.
'I never thought i'd see tu in here Irene, tu hardly ever get caught.' She quickly glanced at him then looked back down at the table. 'And your not one for kidnapping either. Where is she?.' She dicho nothing. 'Irene i know tu were there, i could smell your perfume on Joan's pillows. The pregunta is why were tu there?.' She looked back up at him.
'Well my pregunta is why didn't tu come to Londres with me?.'
'Is that why tu did it? Over some ticket?.'
'No.' She looked down at her lap.
'Then why? Help me understand.'
'I... can't.'
'Then i can't help you.' He got up to leave.
'Wait.' He sat back down. 'I'm sorry for what i did. I didn't think he would want me to go that far.'
'Who?.'
'He's an old acquaintance. I used to jobs for him awhile back then one día he got in touch, dicho he needed my services.'
'Is this the same man who...'
'Made me fake my death.' Sherlock thought for a moment then he realized something.
'Were tu working for him when tu were with me?.' Irene nodded. 'Why didn't tu say something?.'
'I couldn't.' Sherlock got up and started to pace back and forth across the room.
'So that's were the money came from. I always wondered how tu always had all this money even when tu didn't have a job.'
'He only payed me a high amount as a guarantee that i wouldn't screw things up and to keep me quite.'
'You still could have dicho something. We could have run away.'
'It wouldn't have made a difference, He'd have found us one way o another.'
'Then i would have dado myself up to save you.' Irene looked at him surprised.
'Why?.'
'Because i was so in amor with tu back then that i would have done anything to protect you. But those days are over and i'm begging tu Irene, help me find her.'
After ten minuets, they arrived at the address Irene gave them. The swat team got into their positions and were waiting Gregson signal.
'Hold your positions. Ok Holmes tu know this could be a decoy?.'
'I know but it's the only lead we've got and there could be a chance that she's in there.'
'Your call. Go!' The swat team burst in quickly followed por Sherlock and Gregson. They searched every room but they couldn't find anything.
'All clear sir!.'
'It can't be. Gregson she has to be here, she has to be.'
'Holmes they've searched all the rooms.' Sherlock shook his head.
'No... no....'
'Captain!.' Gregson went over to the officer who handed a disc. 'We found this in the back room.'
They went back out to the surveillance camioneta, van to watch the disc. Gregson stuck in the player and Joan came up on the screen, She looked tired and bruised.
'Help me. Please Sherlock, I'm so scared. I don't think i can last much longer. I don't even why their letting me do this. I want tu to know that i believe in tu and i know you'll find me, just promise me tu won't give up. Please don't give up on me Sherlock. Please. I amor you.'
Gregson looked at Sherlock then told everyone else to leave the van.
'Holmes?.'
'They've hurt her.' Gregson looked down at his hands, they were clenched. 'They've hit her.'
'Holmes, just calm down.' He stormed out the van. 'Where are tu going?.' He didn't answer him. He went back into the flat to buscar some more. He found the room with the radiator in it, this is where they kept her. He examined it but couldn't find anything. He couldn't help but imagine Joan handcuffed to it, all battered and bruised. He had to find her soon. He made his way out and found Gregson waiting por his car.
'You ok?.'
'I'm fine. I just went upstairs to examine the radiator but there's nothing there. They must have cleaned up any evidence, it was pretty damp.'
'Holmes maybe tu should go home. We'll keep looking here.'
'As much as i appreciate your concern, i'd like to stay here. This closest we've been to finding her and i don't want the police to miss anything that could be of vital importance.'
'Thanks for vote of confidence(!).'
'Captain, we have her in interview room 2 but she's refusing to speak to anyone.'
'That's why i brought him.' Sherlock made his way to the room. He went in and sat down in the chair opposite her.
'I never thought i'd see tu in here Irene, tu hardly ever get caught.' She quickly glanced at him then looked back down at the table. 'And your not one for kidnapping either. Where is she?.' She dicho nothing. 'Irene i know tu were there, i could smell your perfume on Joan's pillows. The pregunta is why were tu there?.' She looked back up at him.
'Well my pregunta is why didn't tu come to Londres with me?.'
'Is that why tu did it? Over some ticket?.'
'No.' She looked down at her lap.
'Then why? Help me understand.'
'I... can't.'
'Then i can't help you.' He got up to leave.
'Wait.' He sat back down. 'I'm sorry for what i did. I didn't think he would want me to go that far.'
'Who?.'
'He's an old acquaintance. I used to jobs for him awhile back then one día he got in touch, dicho he needed my services.'
'Is this the same man who...'
'Made me fake my death.' Sherlock thought for a moment then he realized something.
'Were tu working for him when tu were with me?.' Irene nodded. 'Why didn't tu say something?.'
'I couldn't.' Sherlock got up and started to pace back and forth across the room.
'So that's were the money came from. I always wondered how tu always had all this money even when tu didn't have a job.'
'He only payed me a high amount as a guarantee that i wouldn't screw things up and to keep me quite.'
'You still could have dicho something. We could have run away.'
'It wouldn't have made a difference, He'd have found us one way o another.'
'Then i would have dado myself up to save you.' Irene looked at him surprised.
'Why?.'
'Because i was so in amor with tu back then that i would have done anything to protect you. But those days are over and i'm begging tu Irene, help me find her.'
After ten minuets, they arrived at the address Irene gave them. The swat team got into their positions and were waiting Gregson signal.
'Hold your positions. Ok Holmes tu know this could be a decoy?.'
'I know but it's the only lead we've got and there could be a chance that she's in there.'
'Your call. Go!' The swat team burst in quickly followed por Sherlock and Gregson. They searched every room but they couldn't find anything.
'All clear sir!.'
'It can't be. Gregson she has to be here, she has to be.'
'Holmes they've searched all the rooms.' Sherlock shook his head.
'No... no....'
'Captain!.' Gregson went over to the officer who handed a disc. 'We found this in the back room.'
They went back out to the surveillance camioneta, van to watch the disc. Gregson stuck in the player and Joan came up on the screen, She looked tired and bruised.
'Help me. Please Sherlock, I'm so scared. I don't think i can last much longer. I don't even why their letting me do this. I want tu to know that i believe in tu and i know you'll find me, just promise me tu won't give up. Please don't give up on me Sherlock. Please. I amor you.'
Gregson looked at Sherlock then told everyone else to leave the van.
'Holmes?.'
'They've hurt her.' Gregson looked down at his hands, they were clenched. 'They've hit her.'
'Holmes, just calm down.' He stormed out the van. 'Where are tu going?.' He didn't answer him. He went back into the flat to buscar some more. He found the room with the radiator in it, this is where they kept her. He examined it but couldn't find anything. He couldn't help but imagine Joan handcuffed to it, all battered and bruised. He had to find her soon. He made his way out and found Gregson waiting por his car.
'You ok?.'
'I'm fine. I just went upstairs to examine the radiator but there's nothing there. They must have cleaned up any evidence, it was pretty damp.'
'Holmes maybe tu should go home. We'll keep looking here.'
'As much as i appreciate your concern, i'd like to stay here. This closest we've been to finding her and i don't want the police to miss anything that could be of vital importance.'
'Thanks for vote of confidence(!).'
