Long Time, No See

The Van Buren Supernova

In honor of veterans day and my brother's birthday, I am updating this story.

Thames Pier.........

"You reckon this is connected then?
The bomber?" Lestrade asked.

"Must be." Sherlock awnsered. "Odd though, he hasn’t been in touch."

"But we must assume some poor
bugger’s primed to explode, yeah?" Lestrade asked.

"Yes." Sher awnsered as I looked at the dead body from a far.

"I am just afraid that he is going to go to the age range he missed." I sighed and Lestrade gave me a confused look.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Think about it. One female adult, one male adult and an elderly woman." i sighed then noticing the brusing on the face.

"You're thinking he is going to take a kid next." He said and I nodded, confirming it. "Any ideas?"

"Seven so far." Sher said.

"I have one idea, becuase he was assassinated." I sighed and Sherlock looked at me.

"How do you know that?" John asked.

"The bruises on his face are the size of fingerprints, the trademark of the Golem." I told them. "Oskar Dzundza." Sherlock than did his thing and strpped back and let John check out the body.

"Well, dead about twenty four hours. Maybe a bit longer." John stated. "He’s mid-Fifties, I’d say. Not in the best condition."

"He’s been in the river a while
which has destroyed most of the
data..." Sher began. "But I’ll tell you one thing. That lost Vermeer painting is a fake!"

"What?" Lestrade asked.

"We need to identify the corpse.
Find out who his friends and
associates are -" Lestrade then cut Sherlock off.

"Wait, wait! What painting? What’re
you on about?" Lestrade said.

"It’s all over the place. Haven’t
you seen the posters? Dutch Old
Master. It was supposed to have
been destroyed centuries ago and
now it’s turned up. Worth thirty
million pounds." He desribed.

"Ok. So....What’s that got to do
with the stiff?"

"Everything." Sher awnsered, "Sam, what do you know of the Golem?"

"Everything. He owes me a few favors. Nice guy, really tall, makes me feel short. I can call him and set up a meeting with him but I would have to go alone." I explained and they all gave me a funny look. "Look, pretty much every assassin has came to me wanting me to help them find something about a vic."

"Set up that meeting but you are not going alone." Sher said.

"I was also trained by assassins, I can handle myself, Sher." I told him, he rolled his eyes.

"What’s this got to do with that
painting? I don’t see-" Lestrade asked but was cut off by Sherlock.

"You do see. You just don’t observe." Sher told the DI. "What do we know about this corpse? The killer’s not left us with much. Just shirt and trousers. They’re pretty formal - maybe he was going out for the night. But the trousers are heavy duty - Polyester. Nasty. Shirt’s the same. Cheap. And they’re both too big for him - So, some kind of standard issue uniform. Dressed for work, then. But what work? There’s a loop on his belt- Must be for a walkie-talkie."

"Tube-driver?" Lestrade guessed.

"Security guard?" John guessed.

"More likely. That’d be borne out by
his backside." Sher sighed.