'So did you get the pouch back?' Morris asked Joe.
'And I know who stole it.'
'I can't tell you. Our bargain was that they would return the pouch if I don't reveal who they are.'
'I'm your client. I have the right to know.' Morris said.
'And I have the right to quit any time I want to. I know the bone is used for witchcraft or some rites
and I was surprised that a high-ranking official like you is using it.'
'If you're threatening me with blackmail, forget it. I could just deny I'm using it for rites and
everyone would believe me. I could even force you to tell me what I want.'
'And you will be dumb to do that. The owner of my agency is a son of a General. You think you
can play dirty with the military? I never thought about blackmailing you. I have a psychic friend who
wants to have a bone too. If you tell me where she can get one, I will tell you the names of the
thieves -- if she gets her bone.'
'Yes. Only that.'
'I'll give you bone seller's address then.'
After Sherlock knocked on the door, the wife of the witch doctor opened it. Her name is Zeny
Sherlock was told.
'I want to buy from your husband.'
'I'm sorry but he is away and would be for two days.'
'I'm a police officer and I also came to warn you.' Sherlock lied. 'We already know that your
husband killed a boy for his finger bone. If he's proven to be a serial killer, the punishment is death.
You have to come with me and tell all you know or you become his accomplice.' Zeny became
pale then said, 'The boy isn't dead. My husband made him work at our farm.'
'The man who revealed your address has a finger bone too. If the boy is not dead, where did the
man I talked to get his bone finger?'
'Oh those bones? We buy them from Africa. We are part of a scam but we don't murder people.'
Zeny showed signs of relief.
Lamont was laughing hard.
'And I thought I had a jackpot case of serial killing,' Sherlock was saying. 'Which is now reduced
to kidnapping and a small scam. Anyway, it was still a good case and I owe you another.' Sherlock
managed a smile.