Abigail - S01 E20

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Abigail - S01 E20

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 20

The house was a true definition of heaven on earth. From the ceilings to the floor were all made of gold. Even the chandelier. It was clean and spotless.

Daisy can’t be the only housekeeper in this house considering how neat the whole house was. The house sparkled and screamed riches and power.

He sat down and signaled for them to do the same which they did.

“Permit me to say this,” Ginny began. “your house is amazing. I could die here and will have no regret.”

Mr. Sherlock chuckled. “Thank you, dear. But I don’t think I want you or anyone to die here.”

“Let’s go right into business, right?” Emma raised a questioning brow.

“Oh, yes.”

“We are going to ask you a few questions,” Robert stated as he brou-ght out a book and a pen. “How many days has the jewelry been missing?”

“Two days.”

“Do you have anybody in mind that could have done this?” Emma asked as she scribbled down his earlier answer.

“To be honest, no.” He shook his head.

“Where was the jewelry before it went missing?” Robert asked the next question.

“Up in the room where most of the jewelry is kept.” He pointed upstairs.

“No has access to the room aside from you?” Emma questioned.

“Just my wife and children.” He replied.

“Where are they right now?”

“My wife went out with a friend. While one of my children is also not around but_” Just then a young man of the same age as them descended the stairs while scrolling throu-ghhis phone and drinking from a cup of orange juice. He was handsome but nothing compared to Robert. He was yet to notice them. “there he is. Stephen, that’s his name.”

“Mr. Stephen,” Emma called out, grabbing the guy’s attention just as he got to the bottom of the stairs. She stood up, rubbing her palms over her black jeans. “Hi.”

“Hi. Who are you?” He asked, looking over to Robert and Ginny.

“I am Detective Emma and those are my partners, Detective Robert and_” She almost wanted to skip the part of introducing Ginny. “intern Ginny.”

“Okay? Wait,” Stephen walked to stand in front of his father. “You called the cops?”

“What do you want me to do? Just let it go?”

“Dad, you are rich and a piece of jewelry means absolutely nothing to you. Why are you making a big deal out of nothing?”

“I would have kept quiet if it was any other jewelry but not that particular piece I got for your mother for our thirty-fifth anniversary. It means a lot to both of us.”

“Get another. And leave the cops out of it. You are bigger than this, Dad.”

“Stephen, if you are not going to help me then stay out of it. You’ve been asking me to keep the cops out of the case and honestly, you are beginning to make me feel like you have something to do with the disappearance of the jewelry. You’ve always been the extravagant one out of all my children anyway.”

“That is offensive,” Stephen said. “Are you trying to call me a thief?”

Mr. Sherlock did not say anything.

Emma cleared her throat, grabbing the guy’s attention. “I’m sorry, Mr. Stephen but we will like to ask you a few questions.”

He creased his brows as he stared between his father and Emma. “So what? You also suspect me of the theft. Is that it?”

“No, of course. We just want to hear your side of the story, that’s all.” She corrected.

Stephen folded his arms over his broad chest and nodded his head, “Alright then. Ask me.”

“Thank you,” She turned to look at her partner. “Do you want to go first?”

Robert stood up. “Yes, please.”

“Okay.” She stepped back, letting Robert take charge.

“Were you present for the party?” Robert threw his first question at the boy standing in front of him.

“Is that even a question?” Stephen rolled his eyes. “My parents were the host of the party, of course, I have to be present.”

“Did you go to the room where the jewelry was kept at any point during the party?”

“I am not going to answer that question, detective.”

“You have to.”

“No, I’m not. That’s crazy. You all think I am the culprit, isn’t that right? I can’t even believe that my father will think so low of me.” He huffed.

Mr. Sherlock let out a de-ep breath. “I didn’t call you a thief, Stephen. You are my son and if you needed a piece of jewelry, you would have simply asked instead of stealing it. I just_” He hesitated. “you kept insisting that I stop looking for the jewelry and I shouldn’t involve the cops, what do you expect me to think, huh?”

“I don’t want you to stress yourself over this issue, Dad. I was only acting like a good son. I have no bad intention whatsoever.” He said.

While everyone was discussing, Ginny was busy taking pictures and posting them on her Instagram page, letting the whole world know that she was in the almighty Sherlock’s golden mansion.

“I believe you,” Emma spoke aloud. “We all do.”

Stephen held her gaze for a while before sighing and running his fingers throu-ghhis hair. “I left the party at some point to talk to a friend on the phone but I swear I didn’t go anywhere near the room.”

“Mr. Sherlock,”

“Yes, Detective Emma?”

“Can you remember most of the people invited to the party?” She asked.

“Yes. They were all businessmen and women. And a few family members.”

“How many guests?” Robert asked.

“Approximately…uhm…fifty.” He replied.

“Whoa, that’s a lot.” Emma exclaimed, shaking her head as she scribbled the number on her notepad. “Honestly, this is going to be difficult being the fact that the jewelry has been missing for over two days.”

Stephen had his eyes on Emma as she spoke. Robert noticed but didn’t say anything.

“I wished I had figured it out earlier. It would have been easy that way.” He muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, please you don’t have to apologize about anything, sir. We are going to do our best and fish out the culprit.”

“That necklace means a lot to my wife and me. It is more like a…how do I even put it?” He thought of the right word to use. “Treasure.”

“It is a necklace?” Emma repeated and Sherlock nodded his head. “Who else knows what kind of jewelry it is?”

“No one aside from my wife and I and children.” He shrugged.

“What about your maids? Don’t they go into the room to clean?” She asked.

“Nah. I don’t let anyone that isn’t family in that room. I can’t trust anyone with a room full of gold, you know?”

Emma nodded her head, jotting down something once again on her notepad. “I understand, Mr. Sherlock.”

‘Why does he keep staring at her like that?’ Robert thought to himself, glaring at Stephen who wouldn’t just take his eyes off Emma.

Emma turned her gaze to Ginny, “Intern,”

Ginny did not answer, she was texting away on her phone.

“Ginny,” Robert called and that pulled the girl out of her phone to look at everyone in the room. “What are you doing?”

“What? Me?” She shook her head. “Nothing.”

“What do you think about this case?” Emma asked, knowing fully well that the girl has not been paying attention at all.

“Well…I…uhm…” Her phone trailed off.

“Did you take any notes at all? Wait, have you even been paying attention?”

Ginny rolled her eyes, not saying anything.

‘God, I don’t know what I’m going to do with this brat.’ She said in her head.

“Actually,” Stephen began as everyone’s eyes moved to him. His eyes well solely on Emma as he spoke his next word. “I have a confession to make.”

TBC.