Chapter 7
3 Weeks Later
Thankfully, for John's sake, Scotland Yard had needed help- Lestrade had called up one morning whilst John was working, he'd informed Sherlock of a murder, the first body had been found exactly a mile from London Bridge (something that Sherlock had deduced). Since then there had been four more bodies found- and each of them had been murdered in exactly the same way and they were also found exactly a mile from great tourist attractions. A serial killer…was on the loose. A single shot through the head, Sherlock found it quite a bore. All he really had to do was help find the murderer, there was no puzzle to keep him occupied.
By now Page Santos had been around all the popular tourist sites in London. Her camera album was crammed full of beautiful photos and each photo represented London's pure finery. There were buildings like Westminster Abby, London Bridge, Big Ben, The Houses of Parliament, The Tower of London and hundreds more. She'd started typing up for the magazine now and her boss, Mr Mason had been extremely pleased with her work so far.
"I've just been talking to Page, I've invited her over for dinner." John informed Sherlock, he looked up from his laptop and clicked the X on the webpage (the science of deduction) and scowled at his friend. John sighed. "Don't be like that Sherlock, she's a nice girl and she's on her own tonight, I thought she could do with some company- besides as Sarah's coming also it'll be nice for them to have a girly chat. I wonder when the last time Page had a girly chat since she's been here in London eh?" John tried his bets to encourage Sherlock to look on the brightside and look forward to the night.
"You knew I wouldn't like this." Was all he said when John sat himself down and switched on the TV.
"Yes well, get over it because it's happening, besides isn't it about time you got to know Page? You know she really likes you, I mean really, really likes you?" John said turning to face Sherlock, to Sherlock's surprise he found that John was really serious about it. "Don't hurt her like you did Molly ok, or even better, give her a chance."
Sherlock, John, Sarah and Page sat around the table in 221B's kitchen which a few hours ago was Sherlock's "laboratory" (as you can imagine, John wasn't to happy) eating a Chinese takeaway. Sherlock, with his face like thunder was silent all night, he was fed up with Page's constant eyes flickering his way every few seconds. Hiding her feelings was harder then what she thought. The girls had gotten on well and they were both sipping red wine at this point.
"So are you Spanish then?" Sarah asked propping her glass back down on the table. "I mean, Santos is a Spanish name, isn't it?." Page looked up from her food and as she opened her mouth- Sherlock stole the moment.
"Your not Spanish." He said coolly to Page, she felt her heart race at his sudden stare. "For a starters your to pale to be from Spain, besides that- when I first met you, you had your camera around your neck- there was a name engraved on it, Eric Hathaway, it could only be your father's because if it were your brother's his last name would be Santos, so yes it was your father's he gave it to you and I noticed on the identity tag your name was written on it- Page Santos, your father gave you the camera didn't he? Your mother remarried and you changed your last name as well- born Page Hathaway, and now Page Santos." Sherlock winked and returned to his food, Page stopped eating and stared at him, gob smacked. How could he know so much? Sarah smiled in appreciation and a small "wow" escaped from her mouth. John on the other hand was used to his usual deductions and carried on eating like it was normal.