HELLA ♚ BBC SHERLOCK

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER EIGHT | WHO IS THE PLANNER?

Downstairs, Sherlock opened the front door and stood on the doorstep for a moment while he shrugged himself into his coat. A taxi was parked at the kerb and the driver, Jeff Hope, was against the side of the cab looking at the young girl narrowing his eyes while Hella was standing with her arms crossed looking slightly bored.

The taxi driver turned his head and smiled at the sociopath "Taxi for Sherlock 'olmes and 'ella Winchester."

The killer wasn't going to admit it but he knew nothing about the existence of Hella, he wasn't warned about her being just as smart as Sherlock and in his mind, she was smarter, she had recognized him while he was in the cab back an hour ago.

Sherlock stepped forward closing the door behind him "We didn't order a taxi."

"Doesn't mean you don't need one" he shrugged.

The sociopath went to stand next to the shorter girl "You're the cabbie. The one who stopped outside Northumberland Street" in a flashback, the American man sat in the back of the cab outside the restaurant and turned his head to the front. In the driver's seat, Jeff looked over his shoulder and through the rear window of the cab before turning around again and starting to drive away "It was you, not your passenger."

"See? No-one ever thinks about the cabbie. It's like you're invisible. Just the back of an 'ead. Proper advantage for a serial killer" Jeff said nodding but looked at Hella with a small grin "Except you; you noticed me... I got to admit, it took me by surprise."

Hella took a few more steps forward and looked up towards the windows of the flat "Is this a confession?"

"Oh, yeah" Jeff nodded carelessly "An' I'll tell you what else: if you call the coppers now, I won't run. I'll sit quiet and they can take me down, I promise."

"Why?" Sherlock asked curiously narrowing his eyes at him.

Jeff shrugged "'Cause you're not gonna do that."

"Am I not?" he asked back skeptically.

"I didn't kill those four people, Mr. 'olmes" Jeff sighed "I spoke to 'em ... and they killed themselves. An' if you get the coppers now, I promise you one thing" he leaned forward "I will never tell you what I said."

Hella shrugged "You don't need to; it's kind of predictable to me."

Jeff sighed exasperatedly "You are a very cocky girl... has anyone ever told you that?" he looked at Sherlock "I spent a couple of minutes with 'er an' she seems to enjoy showing off 'er knowledge of everything."

Sherlock stared at him "You have no idea" after a moment, Jeff straightened up and started to walk around the front of the cab "No-one else will die, though, and I believe they call that a result."