Sentiment (Sherlock Fanfiction)

The Blind Banker: It was Murder (Part 2)

Later, the police have been called and a photographer is taking pictures of Van Coon's body lying on the bed. A forensics officer is dusting for fingerprints on the nearby mirror, and distant voices suggest that other forensics officers are elsewhere in the flat. Sherlock has taken off his coat and is in the bedroom putting on a pair of latex gloves. John stands beside him. I pace around the room looking at all the books and other things Van Coon had in his room

John: D'you think he'd lost a lot of money? I mean, suicide is pretty common among City boys.

Sherlock: We don't know that it was suicide.

John: Come on. The door was locked from the inside; you had to climb down the balcony.

(Sherlock has squatted down by a suitcase on the floor near the bed and has opened the lid and is looking at the contents.)

Sherlock: Been away three days, judging by the laundry.

(He sees that there's a deep indentation in the clothing inside the case, then straightens up and looks at me)

Sherlock: Look at the case. There was something tightly packed inside it.
(Y/N): Thanks - I'll take your word for it.

Sherlock: Problem?

John: Yeah, I'm not desperate to root around some bloke's dirty underwear. Jeez...

Sherlock (walking to the foot of the bed): Those symbols at the bank - the graffiti. Why were they put there?

John: What, some sort of code?

Sherlock: Obviously.

(God..the amount of times he says "obviously")

(Having looked closely at Van Coon's legs - or possibly his shoes - he moves up and carefully opens the man's jacket to look at his inside pockets.)

Sherlock: Why were they painted? If you want to communicate, why not use e-mail?

John: Well, maybe he wasn't answering.

Sherlock: Oh good. You follow.

John: No.

(Y/N): Haha...

(Sherlock throws him a look before moving on to examine Van Coon's hands.)

Sherlock: What kind of a message would everyone try to avoid?

(John frowns in confusion.)

Sherlock: What about this morning - those letters you were looking at?

John: Bills.

(Sherlock gently prises open Van Coon's mouth and pulls out a small black origami flower from inside. Air hisses out from the dead man's lungs.)

Sherlock: Yes. He was being threatened.

(He takes out a black origami lotus from Van Coon's mouth)

(Y/N): What is that?

MAN's VOICE (outside the bedroom): Bag this up, will you ...

John(looking closely at the paper flower as Sherlock lifts an evidence bag to put the flower into it): Not by the gas board.

MAN's VOICE: ... and see if you can get prints off this glass.

(The man - a plain clothed police officer who looks so young - walks into the bedroom. Sherlock turns and walks towards him.)