Of werewolves and vampire's

Untitled Part 6

Sherlock stared at the blond man standing before him. Only his family had ever praised him for his detections and never as enthusiastically as John did. It was odd but extremely pleasant. He could get used to such things, but he had to concentrate on the case and not on John.

"Why'd you keep saying 'suitcase'?"

"Yes, now where is it? She must have had a phone or an organiser. Also find out who Rachel is."

"She was writing 'Rachel'? "

"No, she was leaving an angry note in German. Of course she was writing Rachel; no other word it can be. Question is: why did she wait until she was dying to write it, and where is the suitcase now?" Sherlock snapped back, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Why didn't people just do as he asked it would save so much time.

"There wasn't a case."

"What do you mean there wasn't a case? There had to be a case. She wouldn't have left looking like that."

"Sherlock, there was never a case. "

"Suitcase! Did anyone find a suitcase? Was there a suitcase in this house?" Sherlock called out after opening the door, hoping one of the other idiots had spotted it

"Sherlock!" Lestrade snapped. "There was no suitcase. I already told you that. "

"Maybe she left it behind in the car? " John asked.

Left in the car! Then the killer would have to dispose of it right away, can't be seen with a pink suitcase, it would draw unwanted attention. The killer made a mistake!

"Oh yes! I love serial killers they always make a mistake. All of these are murders made to look like suicide. They take the poison themselves; they chew, swallow the pills themselves. There are clear signs. Even you lot couldn't miss them. But there's someone else there with them every time, and they have just made their first mistake!" Sherlock needed to find the case. He quickly ran down the stairs..

"Oi! Where you going!" Lestrade called out.

"Pink!" Sherlock replied as he head out the door there was dumpsters near by he would start their. They must've dumped the case some where. Sherlock began rummaging through bins on every backstreet wide enough for a car to fit. He would find it even if it took all night. He almost didn't hear someone joining him.

"Need any help?" Sherlock looked at John. With his nose, John might be able to find it first. Between the two of them, it would go by much faster.

"Yes, start looking over there. I already checked the last couple of streets. You search ahead, any backstreet wide enough for a car to fit though. He can't be seen with a pink case."

"Alright, no problem." Sherlock watched his eyes turn to a silvery blue different from his usual dark blue with a hazel ring.

It was something to figure out. Sherlock wanted to deduce what John was, he already told him he wasn't a coyote shifter. But before he got a good look at his eyes John was off headed for a street a couple minutes away from sherlock. He refocused on the street next to him.

"Sherlock!" A voice three streets down called out.

Sherlock quickly headed over to where John was standing a trap pushed aside. He was standing in the dumpster holding up a pink case. Sherlock double checked the tag.

Name: Jennifer Wilson
Address: 73 Wentloog Road, Cardiff, CF3 3HD
Phone & email: 07565 996385, jennie.pink@mephone.org.uk.

"Yes!" Sherlock was eager to look inside he started to unzip it when a warm calloused hand covered his.