The Black Whip Blunder : Sherlock Fan-Fiction by Tony James I’ve seen many things in my life but the scene of this crime was paramount to anything I’d witnessed before. There was little blood on the marvel gallery floor and little blood anywhere for that matter. The body laid neatly on the ground, deep lacerations on the back from where the whip had torn the clothing. Pretty much the usual for someone who’d been whipped senseless. A single cigar was clutched in his right hand, this was an art dealer, male. You could tell by the variety of art in the room, he was a busy man and he’d been working very late. Most likely on nightshift.
Most concerning was not the fact that he lay so neatly on the gallery floor but the fact there were a lack of fingerprints, anywhere. The killer had worn gloves.
The long black whip in question, was on the ground, notably some sort of signature, a signature to a statement, a perfect murder at first sight but was this really so?
I looked closer to find the painting in front of the man had some blood on it, hardly part of the painting. The painting in question (now ruined by blood) contained no red at all.
And still no lead?
Then I saw it, the true signature of the killer in question. Bright red lipstick on the man’s defined cheekbones. This man was the submissive type and his killer was a woman but was this man so innocent or was there justice to his untimely death?
Turns out, the art dealer was not an art dealer at all. In fact, this particular murder was a crime within a crime. This man had tried to steal the art within the gallery, but he’d failed. It was an elaborate setup by the woman. They were partners in crime, thus made obvious by the ID in his jacket pocket. When the crime was going as planned this woman became a double agent, she was no longer working for some shady leader. She had become a vigilante and this man was her ex.
What revealed he was her ex was the texts on his cellphone placed, however neatly in his right pants pocket. This woman had been texting him to meet up at the gallery
and steal the painting. Thus meaning by all intents and purposes, she had taken off with the art to protect it.
Who was this woman?
According to the texts I’d read so far on the exes phone her name was unknown at this stage. She did leave a clue though. It was a code.
“Raison D’être” which is French
for reason for existence. This lead me to believe the painting wasn’t stolen at all, it was an elaborate attempt by the artist herself, to get it back.
This woman was the reason for the existence of not only this murder,
but the art in the gallery. The only art that was not where it was meant to be.
Now the answer we all want to know. Just who was this vigilante?
This woman in black?
This artist in the shadows?
I can confidently say her name was accidentally left in the texts of her exes phone.
Irene Adler was her name.
Suddenly it all made sense.I knew the artist who’d tried to steal her own painting quite well; She was an old friend, a rebel with a cause, a criminal with heart. #Sherlock #Fan-Fiction #Crime #Fiction #Stories #Sherlock #Holmes #Fiction #Sherlock #Fan-Fiction #Detective #Stories #Irene #Adler #The #Woman #Elementary #Murder #Art #Storytelling #John #Watson #Creative #Writing #TalesofMiseryandMayhem #Fanfic
Most concerning was not the fact that he lay so neatly on the gallery floor but the fact there were a lack of fingerprints, anywhere. The killer had worn gloves.
The long black whip in question, was on the ground, notably some sort of signature, a signature to a statement, a perfect murder at first sight but was this really so?
I looked closer to find the painting in front of the man had some blood on it, hardly part of the painting. The painting in question (now ruined by blood) contained no red at all.
And still no lead?
Then I saw it, the true signature of the killer in question. Bright red lipstick on the man’s defined cheekbones. This man was the submissive type and his killer was a woman but was this man so innocent or was there justice to his untimely death?
Turns out, the art dealer was not an art dealer at all. In fact, this particular murder was a crime within a crime. This man had tried to steal the art within the gallery, but he’d failed. It was an elaborate setup by the woman. They were partners in crime, thus made obvious by the ID in his jacket pocket. When the crime was going as planned this woman became a double agent, she was no longer working for some shady leader. She had become a vigilante and this man was her ex.
What revealed he was her ex was the texts on his cellphone placed, however neatly in his right pants pocket. This woman had been texting him to meet up at the gallery
and steal the painting. Thus meaning by all intents and purposes, she had taken off with the art to protect it.
Who was this woman?
According to the texts I’d read so far on the exes phone her name was unknown at this stage. She did leave a clue though. It was a code.
“Raison D’être” which is French
for reason for existence. This lead me to believe the painting wasn’t stolen at all, it was an elaborate attempt by the artist herself, to get it back.
This woman was the reason for the existence of not only this murder,
but the art in the gallery. The only art that was not where it was meant to be.
Now the answer we all want to know. Just who was this vigilante?
This woman in black?
This artist in the shadows?
I can confidently say her name was accidentally left in the texts of her exes phone.
Irene Adler was her name.
Suddenly it all made sense.I knew the artist who’d tried to steal her own painting quite well; She was an old friend, a rebel with a cause, a criminal with heart. #Sherlock #Fan-Fiction #Crime #Fiction #Stories #Sherlock #Holmes #Fiction #Sherlock #Fan-Fiction #Detective #Stories #Irene #Adler #The #Woman #Elementary #Murder #Art #Storytelling #John #Watson #Creative #Writing #TalesofMiseryandMayhem #Fanfic
