Chapter 10
Working it all out
"I don't even know the girl; for God's sake can you blame me?" Sherlock snapped when John started on the questions on why and when, Page had left Baker Street. "She was leaving anyway, does it really matter?" He flew his hands around his face as if it would brush away the unwanted conversation. "The point is." He began on a serious note. "Is that when she left, she got into that same car..." Sherlock's voice was a whisper and he let his voice trail off as his thoughts took over. John glared at him, speechless. Sherlock felt the sudden stare and snapped his head up. "Before you say it, no she's not the murderer. And she'll defiantly be back." Sherlock turned his head back down to the floor and John tried to make sense of everything.
"So, you're saying she's innocent?"
"One hundred percent innocent, she knows nothing, something's going on though...but what!" His voice became a little aggressive and he scratched his head and sighed, leaning back into the sofa.
"Have you considered it could be him...Moriarty, trying to trick you?" John shrugged at his own suggestion; however, Sherlock had a different view on it. Leaping off the sofa he violently paced the room, back and fourth, back and fourth. His brain was working double time at this point. Trying to piece everything together was difficult for once, he needed more information, he needed to speak to Page.
Murders, each found exactly a mile from a great tourist attraction in London. Page Santos, in London on business, renting a flat in which her boss paid for, all her photos of those tourist attractions in which the bodies were a found a mile from. And everyone of those photos, there is a car, a car which is black and long, a top class car with blacked out windows. Next, Page Santos finishes her time in London and leaves in a car, a very high-class car with blacked out windows- the exact same car. Though she is innocent, she has to be. Page Santos was the diversion...so that somebody else can get to Sherlock...