The next day, Sherlock had everything he wanted from Lestrade: the box of high blood pressure tablets, a list of every staff member Mr Rudkin employed, in order of those who could have done something with his food and those who couldn't, and finally, the contents of Mr Rudkin's stomach, sent over in a large mason jar, much to the disgust of both John and Lestrade.
"Thank you, Detective Inspector," Sherlock says, staring intently down the lens of his microscope. Lestrade nods in response, readying to leave. Just as he has a foot out the kitchen door, Sherlock adds, "I need you to interview all the staff for me, if you wouldn't mind. Find out if there's anyone who had it in for Mr Rudkin."
"Anything else?" Lestrade asks, tiredly.
"Nope, not at the moment. If I think of something, I'll text you."
Lestrade sighs, but waves goodbye.
"So, I'll leave you to it then?" John asks. "Anything I can help with?"
"Nope, you'd only get in the way."
John simply blinks and clears his throat, shuffling his weight in an effort to not punch Sherlock. He was reminded of their subtext conversation in the Scandal in Belgravia case.
"I'll be in the other room if you need me."
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Deadly Grapefruit
FanfictionInspired by a murder in S1E3 The Great Game. Michael Rudkin has a cruel son. One day he finally has enough of Alex's horrible actions and threatens to remove him from his will, donating the money to charity instead. Alex, a wealthy but deeply in deb...
