The Dead Bodies
Chapter 3
"So where are we going?" Asked John.
"To a crime scene." Answered Sherlock.
"What crime scene?"
"That one." Replied Sherlock as the Taxi they were in pulled up.
"You know, it would have been easier to have travelled in a police car." Said John.
"I don't do police cars." Muttered Sherlock.
"It would have made things easier." But Sherlock was already walking up to the crashed taxi that they had been following.
"How did he know this would be here?" Asked Smith as he approached John.
"Well," John answered, "Um... It... Ah, I don't really know how to explain it. You'd best ask him."
"Excuse me, sir? He won't let us do our job." A policeman said to Smith. John rolled his eyes.
"Hey, what the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" Shouted Smith. "Obstructing police duty."
"No." Replied Sherlock. "Just preventing you lot from making any more mistakes."
"Mistakes." Scoffed Smith. "This from the guy that had to hail a taxi instead of riding in the police car."
"He doesn't do police cars." John helpfully pointed out.
Smith looked at John in disbelief, looked back at Sherlock.
Sherlock held Smiths' gaze. "Look at the scene and tell me what you see."
Smith looked at the scene: A taxi had crashed into the wall of a building, but it hadn't gone through. The windscreen was shattered covered in blood. The back door on the driver's side was open. The driver was slumped over the steering wheel.
"What do you see?" Asked Sherlock.
"I see a car crash." Said Smith.
"Your eye for detail is astonishing." Commented John.
"What else?"
"What do you mean?" Asked Smith.
"How did you ever make captain?" Replied Sherlock. "Looks like I'm going to have to do this myself. First notice, it is a taxi not just a car. It has hit the wall but not gone through so it wasn't going very fast, you could say it just rolled up to the wall being that there is a lack of skid marks. Then there's the shattered windscreen, why would it be shattered at a low speed? Also there's blood splatter on the windscreen, what would have caused that. The driver is slumped over the steering wheel possibly unconscious but more likely dead."
"How?" Asked Smith following Sherlock closer to the crashed taxi.
"Blood splatter," Sherlock pointed, "Caused by a bullet shot from the back seat at point blank range, it has gone right through the drivers head and out the windscreen. Modern windscreens shatter not break, a safety feature that protects the driver in the case of an accident, also you can see where the bullet went through it right there."
"So the passenger in the back shot him when the car was in motion?" Asked Smith.
"Yes, barely." Answered Sherlock, "Just pulling away from those traffic lights, hence the slow speed and lack of skid marks. The killer could have either jumped out or stepped out when the taxi came to a standstill. That bits not important, the outcomes the same."
"I'd better get a look at any witness statements, see if anyone saw a policeman fleeing the scene." Said Smith.
"That was amazing." Commented John. "Just... amazing."
"Mmmm." Replied Sherlock, he was stareing at the CCTV camera.
"You want to see the CCTV footage?" Asked John. "You don't usually need to see that."
"No, I was just wondering..."
"He doesn't exist, he's just an urban legend."
"He? No they." Replied Sherlock.
"Are you saying he is really a team of people?"
"Yes, it seems more probable to me."
"You think he is likely to want to work this case?" Asked John.
"Possibly." Answered Sherlock. "We shall see."
L was rewinding the feed from the CCTV cameras when he saw both Sherlock and John again. "Why are they here as well?" He wondered. L reached for his now cold syrup like coffee and downed it.
"Watari, I'm going to need that information now."