Snowflakes and Semtex

Chapter Two

When we arrived at our destination, I noticed we were only about twenty miles away from our flat. We were greeted at the smoking ruins of what was once a block of flats. If you're wondering how we hadn't heard the explosion, we weren't in London yesterday. "Hello boys!" Lestrade smiled. Lestrade gave us a brief on what had happened and what we were here to do. "Oh and by the way, we're still not one hundred percent sure how stable the building is so if you hear anything creaking, get out immediately." he added. So we may not be in immediate danger of being bombed but they're was a chance I was going to have a ceiling collapse on my head… great.

We all entered the flat and walked up the stairs that were covered in a thick, black layer of ash. Creeeeaaakkk! I looked towards Sherlock. He saw the hint of panic in my eyes. "It's fine, keep going." he assured. When we all got to the door of the bombed flat, Sherlock slowly opened the door. He leaned in slightly and observed the room. "Want to go first, Zander?" he asked, well to be honest, it was less of a question and more of a command.
"Mmm okay…" I answered. I assumed he was making me go first because I was the lightest. John handed my Peggy's lead. Peggy wasn't a registered sniffer dog but she could always sense when something was up at a crime scene. I edged my way into the living room. Peggy walked ever so slightly in front of me, sniffing the area frantically.  My slightly yellowing white converse were now turning grey as the ash clung to the fabric. I spotted something at the corner of the room. I carefully walked over to it. It looked like the remnants of a Christmas tree and a very strong Christmas tree at that. So, the bomb was strong enough to kill the people in the room but not strong enough to bring down the whole building. Either a weak or small bomb. Semtex being bombers supposed favourite type of bomb, I just assumed it would be Semtex responsible for this. Now, I'm no expert in bomb mechanics or anything like that but from what I could see the far corner of the room was almost untouched but the place near the Christmas tree was pretty much decimated. So, the bomb was set off near the Christmas tree. I told Sherlock, John and Greg my theory. Sherlock's message tone chimed. He opened his phone, his eyebrows raising. He made his 'oh no something's going on…' face.
"What's wrong?" I asked as I moved back towards the door. He showed me the video. It showed a present being placed under a tree by a hand covered by a black glove. Was this our bomber? Lestrade asked us to come back to the station so he could get someone to track the call. We quickly inspected the other flat to find it in the same condition as the one previous. We then made our way to the station.