Beautiful Distraction - Sherlock X Reader

Chapter 9 - We Found It

(Y/n)'s P.O.V.:

Soon, Sherlock and i were standing in the bank with Amanda - Van Coon's PA. She was wearing black skirt and white blazer, and her blonde hair was tied in a neat bun.

"Flew back from Dalian Friday. Looks like he had a back-to-back meeting with the scales team." Amanda said looking at her computer.

"Can you print us a copy?" Sherlock asked.

"Sure."

"What about the day he died?" I asked "Can you tell us he was?"

"Sorry, I've got a gap." She apologised. Sherlock sighed in frustration.

"I have all his receipts." Amanda said and Sherlock's expression instantly changed from frustrated to his usual blank one. He sat in Amanda's chair and started digging through Van Coon's receipt as soon as Amanda placed them on the desk.

"What kind of of a boss was he, Amanda? Appreciative?" I asked as I dug through receipts myself.

"Um, no. That's not a word I'd use." She said "The only thing Eddie appreciated had a big price tag."

Clearly I thought when I saw a hand cream on her desk. Expensive brand - no way she would buy something as simple as hand cream if it was expensive. Eddie bought it for her.

"Like that hand cream. He bought that for you, didn't he?" Sherlock stated as he had read my mind.

Amanda scratched the back of her head, but stayed silent.

Sherlock and I were still looking through Eddie's receipts when Sherlock passed one to Amanda. "Look at this one. Got a taxi from him on the day he died, £18,50."

"That would get him to the office." Amanda acknowledged.
"Not rush hour." I stated looking at the receipt. "Check the time: Mid-morning. 18 would get him as far as..."

"The West End! I remember him saying." Amanda said.

Meanwhile, Sherlock found another receipt and handed it to Amanda.
"Underground, printed at one in Piccadilly."

"So he got a tube back to the office. Why would he get a taxi into town and then the tube back?" Amanda asked furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.

"Because he was delivering something heavy. You wouldn't lug a package up the escalator." I pointed out.

"Delivering?!"

"To someone near Piccadilly Station. Dropped the package, delivered it and then..." Sherlock stopped jn the middle of the sentence to take one more receipt. "...stopped on his way. He got peckish."
With that, Sherlock got up and left.
I turned to Amanda. "Thank you."

"No problem. Call me if you need anything else." She said.
I smiled and nodded, then left to catch up with Sherlock.

He didn't say a word until we came to the street full of Chinese shops, where we suspected Van Coon was delivering a package. He started talking when we were in front of the shop where Eddie bought his meal. "So, you bought your lunch here on the route to the station, but where have you headed from? Where did the taxi drop you?" Sherlock said and bumped into someone, and that someone happened to be John. As soon as he saw he didn't bump into a stranger, Sherlock spoke:
"Eddie Van Coon brought a package here the day he died. Whatever was hidden inside that case..."

John opened his mouth, but Sherlock didn't let him speak.

"We've managed to piece together a picture using scraps of information -  credit card, bills, receipts. He flew back from China, then he came here."