Prompting Part XXIX
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“There’s no way the brother could have altered her medicines,” Sherlock interrupted, still pacing angrily. “They were estranged and rarely spoke.”
“Well, maybe he overwhelmed her by force and shot her up with the poison,” Joan suggested.
“Impossible.” Sherlock pointed at the body. “Do you see bruises? Scratch marks? Any sign of a struggle? And no needle pricks either. Nothing but blue fingers and cardiac arrest!” He grimaced at the dead woman, as though the lack of damning evidence was somehow her fault.
Joan chewed her lip. Hypoxia, arteriole vasospasms, cyanosis and cardiac arrest…
“Reynaud’s Phenomenon,” she said suddenly.
Sherlock stopped dead. “What?”
“Reynaud’s Phenomenon,” Joan repeated, wondering how she hadn’t thought of it before. “It’s pretty rare in someone this young, but it happens. It’s when severe cold or strong emotions cause circulation problems in the extremities, just like this.” She frowned slightly. “Shouldn’t be fatal though. Not unless she had some other kind of autoimmune disease as well.”
Sherlock’s eyes lit up. “That’s it!” he shouted. “Oh, it’s clever, very clever, but I’ve got him now!” He spun around, grabbing Joan by the shoulders. “Can I use your mobile?” he demanded, eyes dilated in excitement.
“Uh, sure,” Joan muttered, pulling awkwardly out of his grasp. She fumbled in her lab coat pocket for the mobile, then thrust it into his waiting hands. His fingers flew manically across the tiny buttons.
“Done.” He threw the mobile in her direction (good reflexes and luck meant she caught it just in time) and grabbed his coat. “Thanks.”
“Where are you going?” Joan asked, as he headed towards the door.
“Sorry, got to dash. People to see, murders to solve,” he called over his shoulder, and then he was gone.
Joan looked down at the mobile in her hand. She clicked to the “Sent Messages” tab.
If brother has Lupus arrest brother. SH
Her eyebrows disappeared into her bangs. What had she gotten herself into?
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Joking aside, I'm looking forward to more of this. I don't know if I was relieved or disappointed that Molly's husband was Greg and not Jim from IT. Probably the former.
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So glad you're liking it! Yeah, I'm not sure if I'm going to bring Moriarty into the story...I think Joan's got enough on her plate as it is, but we'll see...
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