At Shad Sanderson Bank. Sherlock, you and Dr Michael are in Van Coon's office standing behide his personal assistant, Amanda, who is looking at an online calendar.
"Flew back from Dalian Friday. Looks like he had back to back meetings with the sales team" Amanda said.
"Can you print me up a copy?" you asked her.
"Sure" she said.
"What about the day he died? Can you tell us where he was?" Dr Michael ask her. Amanda look back at her screen and said.
"Sorry. Bit of a gap" both you and Sherlock, frustrated, as Amanda realized something.
"I have all his receipts" She said. you look at her and smile.
---------New Scotland Yard------
Dicmmock is rummaging through box of Brian Lukis' possession while John stand on the other side of him.
"Your friend" Dimmock stated to say but John interrupt.
"Listen: whatever you say, I'm behind you 100%" John said.
"He's an arrogant sod" Dimmock finished.
"Well, that was mild! People say a lot worse of that" John said.
"and that empath... How did you met her and Dr Smith?" Dimmock said as he pull out Lukis' Diary.
"Well I met her at the park and the crime scene and Dr Smith we met him at his office" John said and Dimmock nodded and handed him the diary.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it? The journalist's diary?" he asked and John takes the book and flicks through the pages, opening it at a page which has been booked marked with a boarding pass to Dalina DLC to London LHR on Zhuang Airlines.
-----------Shad Sanderson Bank-----
Amanda has spread out the receipts on her desk.
"What kind of a boss was he, Amanda? Appreciative?" Sherlock ask her.
"um, no. That's not a word I'd use. The only things Eddie appreciated has a big price tag" Amanda replied as you kneel on the floor to get a better look at the receipts but notice a luxury hand lotion at the back of the desk.
"Like that hand cream. He brought that for you, didnt he?" you asked. Amanda looks at you surprises as she fiddles, nervously, with a pin in her hair, you notice her pin and memorise the detail it. You and Sherlock shuffles through the paperwork and Dr Michael pick up a receipt from a licensed taxi.
He noticed it was dated 22 March 2010 and timed 10:35, the receipt is for £18.50. He hand it to you and said.
"Look at this one. Got a taxi from home on the day he died. Eighteen pounds fifty" he said.
"That would get him to the office" Amanda replied.
"Not rush hour; check the time. Mid morning. Eighteen would get him as far as.." Sherlock said as Amanda look up and said.
"West end. I remember him saying" you, then found a London Underground ticket with the same date on it and issued at Piccadilly. You hands it To Amanda.
"Underground. Printed at one in Piccadilly" you said.
"So he got a tube to the office. Why would he get a taxi into town and then the tube back?" she ask looking between the three of you.
"Because he was delivering something heavy. Didn't want to lug a package up the escalator" Dr Michael answered as Sherlock looks through the receipts.
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The Empath and The Consultive Detective (Sherlock Fanfiction)
Fanfiction(Y/N) (Y/L/N) is an intelligent empath she used to solve crimes and capture the killer who did this to the victim, she one of the profession former New Scotland Yard for the crime and she can psychoanalyst and deduce some of the people. Then she mee...
