SHERLOCK HOLMES AND THE CHISLEHURST MURDERS PART NINE

Tonight I will find the killers my senses and intuition are on full alert. All clues lead to the fight club, and yet there is no motive. The red hair is probably a decoy. What do you think Watson? I think it's some kind of voodoo. Really Watson! He sighed You could be correct. Come on there's a boxing match let's find out what happens to the losing contenders.
Punching kicking biting, there was no rules. The men pummelled each other's muscular bodies until a submission or knockout was achieved. Really Holmes I've had enough of this. Wait there's only one left. Despite the aggression the men were not hostile to each other. They all seemed good friends at the end of the fighting. Saying goodnight and shaking hands. Who would be strong enough to overpower one of these chaps? Out in the cold night air the wind whipped up a storm blowing the trees harshly the sound of rustling leaves was quite deafening. I decided to follow one of the young chaps because He was going through the woods alone and if another died I couldn't forgive myself.