Everyone began to leave the crime scene when a thought came to Riley. The whole reason why she was here was to find her father. Even though the other case needed to be solved, Riley needs to know why her mother was murdered of all the people in the world.
She quickened the pace for her to walk next to Sherlock and let silence come between them; she would prefer him asking the first question.
"What is it, Riley?" Sherlock asked. Riley searched for her words and found them.
"I need help," She answered "I am looking for someone."
Sherlock sighed almost loudly and asked. "Who?"
"My father," She answered again. "A couple of days ago, my mother and Ella's parents were found dead in my apartment. My mother, using her dying breaths, told me that my father is here in London. But for years, she had always said he was dead."
"My point is I think that whoever he is, I think he has a something to do with my mother's death. She said he was here because of bad men. And after hearing of you solving cases, I was hoping if you could help."
Sherlock was quiet, probably thinking of the request. He then said "If this will keep me on my feet longer than this case, then I will accept it." A sigh of relief was held back by Riley as he continued. "I'll let my brother know so he can start pulling up files. Is there any piece of information I could use?"
"I was born here in London, but I grew up in America. That means that hospitals and airports would probably have better information."
Sherlock didn't answer and Riley became worried about crossing the line. He then sped off and turned the corner. Riley, worried about him, started running after him; but when she turned the corner, Sherlock was gone.
"He does that," Riley almost jumped and turned to see John. "the same thing happened to me when I first met him."
"When can we get used to him?" Riley asked.
"For me, it was pretty quick. I don't know about you and your friend." John answered. Riley was about to ask another question when her iPhone rang, playing the Mockingjay call from "The Hunger Games". "That's for you."
Riley answered it to a man's voice, yet it wasn't Sherlock's. "Do you see the camera on the building across from you?"
Ella arrived as she watched her friend turn in different directions, all to a location with a camera on it. A black car came up to Riley's side and a man got out to open the door. Riley looked at John for help and he gestured for her to get in. She and Ella got in and the door closed behind her. Ella looked at Riley with a questioning look.
"What were you doing when you were looking at all the cameras?" She asked.
"The person on the other end was telling me to look at these cameras and to get in the car." Riley answered.
"Can we trust him?"
The car stopped at a abandoned warehouse. Riley first got out and then Ella, who then felt nervous. They were directed through a set of doors and came into a room with a table, two chairs, a chess set, and a man sitting at one end of the table.
"Sit down, Riley." The man said, motioning to the chair in front of the table. Riley sat down and he continued. “You seem to be a smart, young girl. You might like chess."
"Thank...you." Riley answered, uneasy. “I like chess."
The man made his move and looked up. "Who are you?" He asked.
"I'm Riley Wellington. I just moved here from America."
She made her move and asked him the same question.
"I'm Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock's older brother." He then made his second move. "Why did you move here to Britain?"
"I'm looking for my father." As the game was played, questions were asked and answered.
"How did you know my name?"
I'm the British Government, I can control all security cameras. Why are you going through all this trouble, looking for your father?"
"A couple of days ago, the police found my mother shot to death. She told me, while dying, that my dad was alive and here in Britain. Why are you so interested in me?"
"You have no information in the database here, which made me curious. Why did your mother say your father was alive and here in Britain?"
"For years, my father was never in my life. My mother would say he died. Why are you helping me?"
"Sherlock texted me."
"Checkmate." Riley said when her queen took out Mycroft's king. He smiled, almost coldly.
"You are very smart, Miss. Wellington." Mycroft said, and got up. As she got and woke up Ella (who was asleep), he continued. "I'll look into anything that could have your information in it. In the mean time, welcome to London."
The car pulled up and both girls got in, trying to figure out how Riley's a person of interest.