Spurlock Holmes Chapter 9

Spurlock crossed his battered arms. "Ah, finally talking, are you?" Vincent brushed Spurlock aside, "Please, let me handle this." Spurlock gave a determined nod, and then backed away. Vincent squatted next to Tiffany and said, "Listen, I know you haven't done anything." He points to Holmes, "Just tell Spurlock that and he'll leave you alone." Tiffany looked up at him, "Really? Are you sure?" "Positive." Tiffany turned to Spurlock and said, "I didn't do any--" "LIAR!" Spurlock zoomed in her face. "I KNOW it was you! What other explanation is there for you to be having THIS?" He grabbed the M9 9mm Beretta pistol from Vince's hands and shook it in front of her. Vincent just stared in awe. "You mean, that wasn't yours, Mr. Holmes?" He took the gun from Spurlock, who shook his head. "As you can see, this little 'defenseless' girl had a BIG trick up her sleeve, one that only MY keen eye..." he pokes his own right eye, "...could have noticed." Vince wiped himself off with a handkerchief, "I must say, Spurlock, you never cease to surprise me. Well, if this is the case, little girl, please explain why you had an M9 9mm Beretta pistol in you possession." Spurlock joined in, shoving his own pistol up her nose, "Yeah! Talk or we'll load yer brains fulla--" "NO! Stop it! We're not going to kill her! Let's just hear what she has to say. Go ahead, young lady." Vince lifted Tiffany's head to find that she was fast asleep. Now Spurlock was angry. He shook her and then said, "I'm giving you 'til the count of 3 to say something useful!" He cocked his gun. "1..." Tiffany awoke and immediately spewed out information. "My father made me do it..." "Made you do what?" "Since we were little, my father would send us out on...errands." "What kind of errands?" "Errands like stealing things and stuff." Vince's eyes were wide, "What sort of things did you steal?" "Oh, just usually wallets, money, bread, clothes, $10,000 golden pocket watches that had been passed down for over 5 generations...nothing special." Vincent jumped back, throwing his handkerchief in the air. The handkerchief landed on Spurlock's cross-eyed face, causing him to fall backwards, his hat to fall off, and his gun to fire. *PTAOO!* Both Vincent and Tiffany yelped and ducked their heads, feeling a splash of water upon them. Vincent blinked, "Wha...what is this? Water?" Spurlock put his hat back on, pulled the handkerchief off of his face and handed it to Vincent, "I'm sorry you had to get caught in the fire, Greg. You should never cover a man's eyes when he's carrying a pistol! These sort of things can happen." "You mean, your pistol was...a squirtgun?" Spurlock nodded seriously. Vincent laughed, "That's just like you, Spurlock. I knew you couldn't harm a little girl." Spurlock looked confused as to why they weren't dying. "Oh, I see. Fortunately, it seems as though the water merely grazed you. Consider yourselves lucky, a couple inches closer and you'd have been goners." Vince stood up again, "Well, that's a relief." Vince realized that the gun he had in his own hand was a real one, and so he quickly stuffed it inside his coat. "Alright then, little girl. Please tell us where we can find your father." Tiffany pointed north with her foot and said, "Thataway. He lives in a place called 'Igor's Orphanage'. It isn't far from here." Vincent nodded fervently, "I see. What his name?" "Igor." "Well, that makes sense. Thank you very much, you have helped us greatly, little girl." Spurlock smiled, twirling his realistic-looking-and-sounding squirtgun like a cowboy and sticking it in a holster within his coat. "Yes, little girl, you've been a big help, and you are of no use to us anymore. Later!" Both Spurlock Holmes and Vincent Gregory skipped off north. "MY NAME'S TIFFANY YOU DOLTS! AND AREN'T YOU GOING TO UNTIE ME?" They were so far that they couldn't hear her.