Crime scene
(Y/n)'s P.O.V.:
"The car was hired yesterday morning by Ian Monkford. Banker of some kind. Paid in cash. Told his wife he was going away on a business trip and he never arrived." Greg informed us.
"Seems like bankers are haunting us." I muttered while Sherlock went to examine the car.
"Before you ask, yes, it's Monkford's blood. DNA checks out." Greg said.
"No body?" Sherlock asked, although it sounded more like a statement.
"Not yet." Sally, who again appeared out of nowhere, said.
"Get a sample sent to the lab." Sherlock demanded and gestured for me and me and John to follow him. We approached a woman who I assumed was Ian Monkford's wife.
"Mrs Monkford..." Sherlock when we stood in front of her.
"Yes." She said. "Sorry, but I've already spoken with two policemen."
"We're not from the police, we're..." John started, when Sherlock interrupted him, stretching out a hand for Mrs Monkford to shake.
"Sherlock Holmes. Very old friend of your husband's. We, um... We grew up together."
"I'm sorry, who? I don't think he ever mentioned you. And who are these people?" She asked, pointing at John and me.
"This is my wife and, um..."
"My brother." I jumped in when I saw Sherlock struggling. "We were out when my husband heard about this. He rushed here as fast as he could."
"No, I don't remember him mentioning you." She said.
"Oh, he must have done." Sherlock insisted, forcing a few tears to fall. "This is... This is horrible, isn't it? I mean, I just can't believe it. I only saw him the other day."
I rubbed his upper arm in a comforting way and he wrapped it around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him and kissed the top of my head.
"Same old Ian." He continued. "Not a care in the world."
"Sorry,... my husband has been depressed for months. Who are you?" Mrs Monkford asked suspiciously.
"Really strange that he hired a car." Sherlock said, ignoring her question. "Why would he do that? It's a bit suspicious, isn't it?"
"No, it isn't. He forgot to renew the tax on the car, that's all."
"Ah, well. That was Ian." Sherlock sighed. "That was Ian all over."
"No it wasn't!"
"Wasn't It?" Sherlock asked, dropping the act.
"Interesting." I said and pulled away from Sherlock as the three of us walked away.
"Why did you lie to her?" John asked us.
"People don't like telling you things." Sherlock said.
"But they like to contradict you." I added.
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