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"He's 42, rather old looking and unsuspecting but that's how he wanted to appear. Obviously takes drugs- look at the stains on his fingers- and he... Was a runner for them too. He got greedy and took a couple bags hoping no one would notice but, They did... And he payed the price."
Donovan frowned.
"They why did he have the stolen items? And how did you figure all that out?!"
Sherlock frowned and stopped examining the body.
"Cos he was finding a cheap way to get jewelry for his wife. No, they planted the evidence!"
Donovan fumed.
"Well how did you figure that out, freak?!"
Watson clenched his fists.
Sherlock continued, "He had pockets inside his jacket, sewn INTO the jacket actually, and the seams and all have ripped out, meaning he carried drugs. Why would they rip it out, Sherlock?" Sherlock said imitating her voice.
He was on a roll now.
"Because he stole some of it, you can tell because there is a residue of the drug, cocaine, in the empty pockets. They don't want people uncovering the operation so planted the stolen items on the body. Why would they have the stolen items then? Well, they didn't their cheap fakes- you can easily tell they are- and they could easily replicate them because there are pictures of them plastered everywhere!"
Donovan blinked and scowled. She turned on her heel and stalked off.
"Brilliant."
"You've already expressed that my deductions are brilliant, fascinating, and amazing in every word of the English vocabulary, John."
"No, telling her off like that. You should do that more often."
Sherlock smirked
"We should go tell Greg that you solved it. And you should apologize to, I know you know full well what his name is."
Sherlock sniffed self righteously but stepped over the man surrounded by blood and followed John.