It was a cold, foggy London morning. To Victoria, inside the orphanage it seemed even more dreary. If that was possible. Lately, everything had gone wrong. A child from the orphanage had been murdered a few days ago. She had barely known him, but Victoria still felt a bit sad. And a tad bit curious. She had always wanted to be a detective. She had been working on her skills for ages. She was already getting pretty good.

Mrs. Everson was walking toward her. Victoria zapped out of her thoughts. Mrs. Everson walking toward you is never a good thing. 

"Wells!" She snapped. 

"Everson!" Victoria snapped back. Because she just had to. Besides, Mrs. Everson had no authority to punish her. Mrs. Everson was only he assistant to the headmistress.

Victoria had the pleasure of watching Mrs. Everson's face twist with rage.

"You keep quiet, young lady. The headmistress will be hearing about this!"

"Ah, and tell me how that works out." Victoria said. Everybody knew that Mrs. Fulton wasn't very fond of her assistant.

Mrs. Everson shook her head disapprovingly. "Speaking of the headmistress, she is calling for you. She has some men with her. Conducting some sort of investigation, they are. Probably about James."

Victoria snorted as she walked towards the headmistress's office. "I didn't murder him." She called back to Mrs. Everson.

She knocked on the headmistress, Mrs. Fulton's door. 

"Come in." She heard the reply.

Victoria walked in and looked at Mrs. Fulton. Victoria put on a disgusted look when she saw Mrs. Fulton. "Does your husband know about Wade?" She asked.

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The tall man with curly brown hair looked amused. 

"Mind your mouth and manners, Victoria." Mrs. Fulton chided. Victoria could've laughed. Mrs. Fulton was beet red. "These two men are here to interrogate you about the murder of James Garrison."

Victoria took a closer look at the two men. The shorter one was a military doctor, from either Afghanistan or Iraq.

"Nice to meet you, Dr. Watson. Afghanistan or Iraq?" Victoria said, extending her arm.

Dr. Watson shook her hand. He was speechless.

"Afghanistan. But h-how did you-"

"Oh, don't bother yourself with it. You know your companion's methods." Victoria replied.

"So you read my blog?" Dr. Watson asked. 

"No, technology isn't exactly allowed here in this devilish place." 

"VICTORIA!" Yelled Mrs. Fulton.

"It's the truth, ma'am." Victoria said sweetly.

She turned to the tall man. "And you are?" She asked.

"Sherlock Holmes." 

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Holmes."

"Call me Sherlock." Sherlock smiled. He then turned to Mrs. Fulton. "Do you mind if we interview her in private?" He asked.

"Of course not!" She replied. "Everson!" She snapped.

Mrs. Everson came scurrying inside. "Yes ma'am?" She asked.

"Show this lot to the sitting room."

"Yes ma'am."

Victoria followed Mrs. Everson out, and Dr. Watson and Sherlock followed her. Mrs. Everson led them to the sitting room, and left them alone.

"So you wanted to interrogate me about the murder?" Victoria said, turning to Sherlock.

"Yes." He said. "Where were you when it happened?"

"Well, I was probably in the girl's dormitory, which is exactly opposite down the hallway from the boy's dormitory. I heard a cry of pain, but didn't pay too much attention to it. I thought it was just Luke punching another unlucky guy in the gut." 

"Is there any reason that anybody would want to murder James?"

"None that I can think of. He was a really nice kid. But then, he does have a rather shady past. And he's protective of his past, too. Once, I tried to steal his journal and he caught me. That's the only time I have ever seen him get mad."

"I see." said Sherlock. "Any idea where his journal might be now?"

"Actually, yes." said Victoria, smirking. "I'll be right back."

She stood up and walked out of the room. John turned to Sherlock. "She's just like you." he said. Sherlock ignored him.

Victoria returned to the room with a triumphant smile on her face, and a huge notebook under her arm.