Sherlock Holmes Brother Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

A second later, my phone buzzed, and Detective West's ID appeared on the screen. "I assumed that you would be still awake at this hour, and I was right," he said when I took the call from him. "I'm more than awake. I heard that Sarah Hill has been attacked by her brother," I told him. "News travels fast I see," he commented dryly, then took a deep breath. "Well, actually, Bram Hill is the reason I'm calling you." I exhaled slowly. "Did you catch him?" "No," the detective answered. "We found him dead."

I ask, confused. "What? No, I'm not working with the fucking Mafia; I value my life!" "Then who the fuck is your brother?" Jory scowls. “Steffen...Steffen Hildreth.” The name sounds familiar, but then Knox begins to curse, "That fucking son of a bitch! You're that incompetent doctor's sister?" "He's a good doctor; he just got himself into a hole and did what he needed to do to try and get out of it." The blonde bimbo tries excusing her brother's actions.

A cold shiver runs down my spine. "Linda Frothmoth." I mutter, disbelieving the photo. The girl who had disappeared without a trace. The girl I thought I’d never see again. My chest tightens, a cold chill sweeping over me. "You know," Boaz continues, smirking, "sometimes it’s good to work on your suspicions. I mean, seeing your brother jump down a hotel room when your girl says no one was in the room with her? That's sus." I barely hear him. I can’t focus. My head spins, my thoughts races and my eyes lock onto the picture.

The first thing he did upon entering a room was always to look for surveillance blind spots. Suddenly, someone could be heard coming in hurriedly wearing high heels. "Oh, Bruce, my brother! What has happened to my brother?" Hilda looked back to see Sahara, who looked incredibly anxious as she came in and grabbed the arm of one of the police officers. She said, "I'm Sahara Damien, and Bruce is my younger brother. I received a call from him last night, and he said someone wanted to kill him. Where is my brother? Has anyone seen my brother?"

“One day, but not yet. We haven’t worked out how to make your blood fix me yet” “Fix you?” “Something was taken from me, and I want it back you see” “I don’t get why you are being so cryptic. It’s not like I am getting out of here” Stroking his ego, might get me some answers. “You see I am” “The Queen’s brother, I know” “How did you find that out?” “Stumbled upon it, in some old family tree book. What was taken from you?”

Right in front of me stood the man from the night, the one who took his time to ruin me in and out even if I could barely recall his name. I thought my heart had already gone through its strain this week, but nothing could have prepared me for what I heard next. “Please meet Ezekiel– my brother,”

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

Her heart broke as she searched for the enigmatic truth about her brother’s first love. “The young lady known as “Sherlock” has taken center stage.” Khali smiled

"Helena handled that herself. I guess insurance policy, in case things went wrong." "Like you going wrong?" I lean forward. "That was quite a performance, by the way. Three months in my house. Right under my nose. Tell me – how long were you planning this?" A ghost of a smile touches her lips. "Since the day you put a bullet in my brother's head." "And how did you figure that out? The police never linked me to his death." "You think you covered your tracks so well?" She laughs, harsh and bitter. "My brother worked for the Serpents. They knew exactly how he was killed. Wasn't hard to make the connection once I started digging."

“Your stepmother has a talent, huh? Reminds me of Austin’s mother.” “No shit, Sherlock.” I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. “She’s so talented that I want to crush her so bad.” “Well, as long as you hold up your end of the bargain, I’ll help you figure out a way to bring her down. And my brother too.” His eyes met mine for a split second, sharp and knowing. “But right now, let’s deal with your frustration first.” I didn’t answer. I just turned away, pressing my forehead lightly against the window, letting the blur of city lights and trees distract me until we finally turned in at the gates of his house.