User:MistyandFriends/A Sherlock Drabble

'''Ballad woke up to the smell of bacon. She shouldn’t be surprised. York was always cooking something good and to perfection, even down to the smell. It wasn’t like she could help it either. She was just too smart and used it all the time. Ballad wondered if she was tired of being that smart. '''

'''Deciding to get up, Ballad pulled the covers off the bed and her legs were immediately cold. But, she got dressed and in no time she was walking into the kitchen suite to see York already made a plate for her. “I calculated the time the smell would wake you and when you would get up. Therefore, your plate should still be warm to your liking.” York explained not even turning away from the stove. Ballad smiled and then frowned when she saw another plate across from her. York always served herself last and yet she was still cooking. Who was the other plate for? '''

'''Ballad sat down and started to shovel food in her mouth. The taste was amazing, but she was used to it. “Who’s the other plate for?” Ballad asked between mouthfuls of food. York turned from the stove and glanced at the other plate. “Greg Lestrade of the police department of Grace in Britain. He’s the chief so I thought he might know about Sherlock. And, I talked to him last night at the diner when you were reading the newspapers.” Her twin explained. Ballad nodded and held a look with York. '''

'''York smiled comfortingly and then there was an abrupt knock at the door. “Wait, isn’t it kind of weird that Lestrade is coming here? To a hotel?” Ballad called. York strode to the door and yelled behind her, “He already knows that we are visitors.” '''

'''Her sister opened the door to see a man in a grey trench coat and grey hair. He had hard brown eyes and a small round face. A black suit peeked out underneath his trench coat. York smiled. “Lestrade! Please come in.” '''

'''“What is that wonderful smell?” Lestrade asked as he entered the suite and took off his jacket. York gently closed the door behind him and took his coat and threw it on the couch as Lestrade came to the kitchenette. Then York pointed to the seat across from Ballad and he sat down and began to eat the rich food. '''

'''Ballad glanced at her sister briefly with annoyance on her face before smiling at Lestrade and saying politely, “Hello and good morning.” Lestrade jumped slightly as if he didn’t notice her. “Didn’t I greet you at the door…?” He said quite confused. '''

'''Angry, Ballad clenched her jaw and reminded herself that he couldn’t have known that she had a twin. Nevertheless, she shook her head trying not her anger show too much. Lestrade’s mouth made an ‘o’ shape and he smiled uncomfortably. York stepped next to Ballad and put a hand on her shoulder. “This is my twin sister, Ballad.” He nodded in understanding and apologized. Neither sister acknowledged the apology. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“We actually need to find someone.” York began and pulled up a chair beside Ballad. “Do you think you could help us with that?” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lestrade made a face. “Depends on who you’re trying to find.” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“His name is quite unusual and I’m sure you won’t forget his personality.” 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“I need names, Ballad.” York gave his a hard stare for messing up names but continued anyway. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“Sherlock Scott Holmes.” 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Lestrade snapped his head up to the sisters in shock. Then confusion took over his face. “Sherlock? What about him?” He asked. “We have to find him.” York replied as if that was all the explanation Lestrade needed. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">The man shook his head. “I won’t give out any personal information without an explanation.” He said rather firmly. Ballad rolled her eyes and pushed her empty plate away before leaning forward, elbows just off the edge of the tiny table. “Fine. I’m in love with Sherlock Holmes and I need to tell him before I die.” '''

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">221B Baker Street had a black door with a fascinating handle out of place form the rest of the street. Next to the apartment there was a sandwich and bar café named Speedy’s. It had a red overhang and sold breakfast, lunch and pasta. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“This just screams Sherlock.” Ballad said as she looked the apartment up and down. York smiled and gave her a side glance. “Do you want to knock or should I?” She said with a hint of amusement in her voice. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Without answering, Ballad stepped up onto a sort of porch and knocked hard three or four times. Then she waited and her heart began to thump in her ears. York planted her hand on Ballad’s shoulder in a failed attempt to calm her twin. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">On the other side of the door footsteps could be heard, rushed and tiny. The black door swung open and there stood an old woman with wrinkles all over her face. She smiled. “Hello! Can I help you?” Her voice was high pitched and full of excitement, as if she didn’t see anything except her house. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ballad waved politely. “Hi. Um, my name is Ballad and this is York. We were looking for someone at this address?” She said and glanced up at the ceiling as if it would have all the answers. “Please come in, I’m Mrs. Hudson and who is it you might be looking for?” Ballad and York followed Mrs. Hudson into a sitting area and stood rather close to each other, despite the extra space. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“Sherlock Holmes?”The twins said at the same time. Mrs. Hudson looked at the girls abruptly. “Sherlock?” She whispered. York nodded and cleared her throat. “Yes, Sherlock. Is he upstairs?” As soon as she said that, the door swung open and two men walked in. One had dark curly hair and the other had short blonde hair. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“Well that was a waste of time. <span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">My <span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">time.” The dark haired man said privileged. He seemed to not notice the twins and paced the ground. The short man looked at them immediately. “Hello. I’m John, please don’t mind my friend.” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ballad shrugged. “Trust me, I’m used to it. That’s York and I’m-“She was cut off by the dark haired man who put a finger to her lips, shutting her up. He had barely glanced at her before creating a scowl. “John, who are these girls?” Ballad scrunched up her nose at the sheer ignorance of the man. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">John began to explain before Ballad punched someone. “Actually, they were just explaining when you cut her off.” The man made an ‘o’ with his mouth and turned away. He began to march up the stairs and called, “My name is Sherlock Holmes and I could care less about who you are.” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">York looked at her sister who blanched. She raised an eyebrow that, in turn, mirrored her. “It’s okay, Ballad. You saw him how many years ago?” She said trying to console her. Ballad clenched her jaw tighter and shook her head. “Well, if he doesn’t care, then I won’t give him a case.” With that, she marched out the door, making sure to slam it. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">John made a confused face as he watched the door. Sherlock came flying down, almost tripping. “Ballad?” He whispered staring at York. The twin sighed heavily. “She just left. Aren’t you supposed to be smart?” '''

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ballad sat next to her twin in the park close to Baker Street. They sat in a deathly silence. Ballad had tears coming out of her eyes but tried to pretend they weren’t there. What else had she expected? Her and Sherlock running to each other on beach with arms outstretched? '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">She knew she was being silly but couldn’t shake the hurt feelings that she had. York, unlike Ballad, seemed unfazed. Being extremely smart, she saw almost no need to have emotions but tried for her sister. Considering Ballad was emotional enough for two people. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“He’s going to jump in twenty seconds.” York said suddenly. Ballad looked at her sister with a perplexed look on her face. “What?” she asked, her voice wavering. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">York pointed a finger to the top a building the twins were looking at. A man stood there with his arms outstretched and he suddenly leaned forward, not enough to fall over but almost. Ballad gasped and jumped to her feet. “How much longer?” She asked, staring at the man. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“Fifteen.” York answered as Ballad ran forward, pushing people out of her way. The man teetered forward a bit more and a rush of wind came and pushed him off the roof. He fell with lighting speed and people all around Ballad screamed and a sickening crunch came as he landed. York came up behind her sister and grabbed her elbow and pulled her towards the body. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ballad’s legs seemed to throb with tension even though she didn’t run too far. But, neither girl was affected by the amount of blood that came pouring out of the man. In fact, Ballad was pleased to have a new case to solve. She did solve murders for a living. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“Charles Winghaven, forty-two year old man. He’s married and has a kid. Possibly a six year old.” York said as she read his wallet and checked his hand for a ring. Ballad crouched next to her and examined the man’s wallet. “No. His wife is dead and his son is twelve.” She declared as she pointed to the outdated picture of Charles’ late wife. York nodded in agreement. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“That lady in the purple sweater called the police ten seconds ago. We have five maybe six minutes before they take this over.” York stated as she stood up. She motioned for her twin to continue but Ballad was too wrapped up to notice. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">She let her hands travel down to the man’s now bloody pants where she found a phone. Quickly, she picked it up and shoved it into her pocket before anyone noticed. <span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-style:italic;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">What happened to you? <span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;"> She thought absentmindedly and she took out a syringe. She pulled out a sample of his blood that hadn’t touched the pavement yet and put that into her pocket as well. Then, he ripped out a small piece of his hair, for DNA, and put that into a bag. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Suddenly, someone pulled her away from Charles and she fought back instantly. Only to find that it was Sherlock. The fight inside of her died as John began to look at the body. “What were you doing?” he asked, glancing between the body and Ballad. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“I solve murders.” She stated calmly and ripped herself from Sherlock’s grip. She didn’t look at him. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“You have been crying.” Sherlock said, staring at Ballad. She rolled her eyes in response. “It’s not really a secret.” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">York cut in. “If he fell from that roof, then he shouldn’t be bleeding that much. He’s been murdered.” John’s mouth dropped open. “Murdered?” He squeaked. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ballad strode back to Charles and rolled him over so his face could see the sun. She traced her gloved hand along the front of his jacket to find a tiny bullet hole, deep inside of him. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“She’s right.” Sherlock said, close to disbelief. York scoffed. “Of course I’m right.” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“She sounds like you.” John said. The twins gave John a harsh glare to which he looked away from their eyes sheepishly. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“Anyway, we have two minutes. Actually one if we are going to escape them.” York said as she watched Ballad carefully. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“I’ve got what I need.” She replied and turned to Sherlock with a fake smile. “Well it’s been a great reunion and I hope to see you soon.” She kissed his cheek hurriedly, to which Sherlock blushed but tried to hide it. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Then she turned and grabbed her sister’s elbow and began to walk away. They jogged a while before Ballad muttered, “Or never.” '''

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<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">York paced the kitchen floor while Ballad laid lazily on one of the beds with her arm across her face. “It has to be murder.” York said. “He didn’t have a gun with him on the roof and if he fell and then shot himself, well, he’d have to be Katniss Everdeen because it’s nearly impossible to shoot yourself while falling 85 miles an hour at the ground.” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Ballad squirmed and pushed Sherlock from her mind. “Agreed.” She said distractedly. “But… who could have shot him? Not me or you or anyone else in the park. We would have heard it.” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">York sat down on the chair in the kitchenette. She nodded, knowing Ballad couldn’t see her. “I didn’t hear it. Maybe I was distracted and miss it.” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Her sister sat upright in a blink. “No. You don’t get distracted.” York bit her lip, angry that she had missed something. “Let’s review. No gunshot was heard, but there was a bullet in the victim. So what does that say? Temporal shift? And how did you know when Charles was going to jump?” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">York stopped suddenly and put her hand under chin, her other arm supporting her. “It’s normal for suicidal people. They reevaluate their lives. That doesn’t take long.” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Her sister sat up and squinted at York. “Are you calling their lives puny?” York glanced at her. “No. It wasn’t supposed to be like that.” Ballad rolled her eyes but didn’t argue more. '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“What if he was shot before he fell? And the murder made it seem like suicide?” York prompted. Her twin sniffed unbelievingly. “Seems elaborate.” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“But possible?” 

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;">'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“Maybe. If you’re crazy enough to kill someone and make it seem like suicide.” '''

<p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.7999999999999998;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt;text-indent:36pt;"><span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">“Which raises the question again, who would murder Charles?” 

'''<span style="font-size:14pt;font-family:Raleway;color:#000000;font-weight:400;font-variant:normal;text-decoration:none;vertical-align:baseline;">Both girls fell silent as they thought or a solution. Ballad fell back onto the couch, arm shielding her eyes from the light as York went to sit on the edge of her bed. '''