Hello! Didn't think it would be that long before I fired out another one did you? This one has been an ongoing project, so I really hope it makes sense!
And, needless to say, I own nada, nout and nothing.
A Stolen Wedding
Chapter 1
"Judging on the pattern of the broken glass and the shape of the smallest shard; the window was smashed by a brick, Stock I would say. Probably from that building site around the corner." Sherlock said thoughtfully as he replaced his glove onto his left hand.
"Where is the brick now?" Lestrade asked in wonder as he looked about the jewellery store a little bemused.
"Not here?" Sherlock offered with a smart smirk. "No finger prints though" Sherlock continued as he looked toward Anderson with distaste.
"Anything else?" Lestrade asked in an almost pleading tone.
"Nope. They were obviously thorough, I like the thorough ones, don't you, John?" Sherlock asked, his mouth popping around his words neatly.
"Sherlock" John warned absentmindedly as he played with the inscription devices in the corner.
"Sorry, Lestrade, looks like this is an unsolved one" Sherlock said with a sarcastic 'oh dear' expression on his face.
John's head snapped up at that, he stared, open mouthed at his flatmate and colleague.
"Unsolved?" John repeated "Sherlock, it was only a break in, surely you can look a little harder and find a strand of hair or something?" the physician asked naively.
Sherlock opened his arms wide; "Be my guest, John, the floor is yours. I need to head off anyway; left my pastry cutters at the crematorium." Sherlock said dully as he pulled his coat around him impressively and opened the door of the shop to exit onto the street, John mused that this was rather a pointless exercise considering the large hole in the wall that used to be a window.
Lestrade and John exchanged an expression of woe before John returned his attentions to the drill bits on the inscribing machine; there were two neatly fallen mounds of metal dust underneath the drill pieces. John asked Lestrade for an evidence bag and scooped a little of the dust into it before tucking it neatly in his jacket pocket.
"Was anything taken?" John asked the shopkeeper who sat a little deflated on the work bench at the back.
"No, no, I don't think so. Everything has been moved and it will take time to catalogue everything. There was something a little odd though…" The man said thoughtfully. John watched on as the shop keep leant over to hit a button on the till, the cash drawer popped out to display two crisp fifty pound notes tucked neatly in the appropriate plastic tray.
"That cash register gets emptied at the end of each day. Won't be enough to fix the window up though" he said sadly.
John caught Lestrade's attention and showed him the cash register.
"Anderson" Lestrade called. "Get these tested for prints" he ordered as he looked around the shop once more. "Got anything else, John?" he asked tiredly.
"Well, something isn't right, that's for sure. I'll talk to Sherlock about it tonight, hopefully he'll know exactly who did it and why" John said with a smile.
Lestrade returned his smile with an offered handshake "Thanks, John".