''I can give you two minutes.'' Lestrade exclaimed.
''May need longer.'' Sherlock said.
''Her name's Jennifer Wilson according to her credit cards. We're running them now for contact details. Hasn't been here long. Some kids found her.'' Lestrade explained
Not longer than a minute later I was standing over a woman body. Everything was silent, untill Sherlock spoke:
''Shut up.''
''I didn't say anything.'' Lestrade said, startled.
''You were thinking. It's annoying.'' I replied.
Lestrade and Anderson exchange a surprised look as I step forward slowly untill I reach the side of the corpse. My attention is immediately drawn to the fact that scratched into the floorboards near the woman's left hand is the word "Rache". My eyes flick to her fingernails where the index and middle nails are broken and ragged at the ends, the pink nail polish chipped in stark comparison to her other nails which are still immaculate. The woman's index finger rests at the bottom of the 'e' as if she was still trying to carve into the floor when she died. I made an instant deduction:
''left handed'' I deduced
I looked back to the word carved into the floorboards and an immediate suggestion springs into my mind:
''RACHE, German for revenge.'' Anderson spoke.
Instantly I shake my head in a tiny dismissive movement and the suggestion disappears. I looked at the carved word again and overlays the five letters with a clearer type. Next to the 'e' a rapid progression of letters appear and disappear as I try to complete the word, then the correct letter settles into place to form the word:
''Rachel'' I deduce.
Sherlock squats down beside the body and runs his gloved hand along the back of her coat, then lifts his hand again to look at his fingers:
''Wet'' He concludes.
I reached into her coat pockets and find a white folding umbrella in one of them. Running my fingers along the folds of the material, I then inspect my glove again:
''Dry'' I conclude
Putting the umbrella back into her pocket, he moves up to the collar of her coat and runs his fingers underneath it before again looking at his fingers:
''Wet'' He concludes
Reaching into my pocket I take out a small magnifier, click it open and closely inspect the delicate gold bracelet on her left wrist ...
''clean''
... then the gold earring attached to her right ear ...
''clean''
... and then the gold chain around her neck ...
''clean''
... before moving on to look at the rings on her left ring finger. The wedding ring and engagement ring flag a different message to me:
''dirty''
I blink as a rapid succession of conclusions appear in front of my eyes:
''married, unhappily married, unhappily married 10+ years'' I deduced
Carefully Sherlock works the wedding ring off the woman's finger and holds it up to look at the inside of the ring. While the outside of the ring is still showing
''dirty'' He deduces
the inside registers as:
''clean'' He deduced again
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