John reached the apartment and climbed out the cab. He asked the driver to wait so he could get his wallet from the apartment. He went up the stairs and opened the door. Going into the back where his room was at, he went to his desk and was about to grab his wallet when a heavy object hit him on the back of his head. John was carried out of the apartment and helped into the car waiting on the street. The cabi who was waiting for John, watched as he was carried out. The cabi muttered under his breath when the boys from earlier ran up to the door and rang the bell.
"You won't find him there ." said the cabi.
"You were his cabi? Do you know where he is?"
"Only just left about a couple minutes maybe. He was with some men. That gentleman owes me." The boys looked at each other checked their pockets.
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Sherlock received a text from the boys who were in charge of watching the doctor. He was on his way to Brixton but ordered for the driver to turn the cab around. Sherlock was dressed as a beggar and when the cab stopped outside the apartment he quickly paid and climbed up the stairs, skipping a step as he went. The boys were standing in the apartment crestfallen. He looked around the apartment as if searching for something specifically. He went into John's room and began to search around the bed and desk. John's phone was on his desk and Sherlock found John's wallet under his bed almost out of view. Sherlock searched John's phone for the call history. The only recent call was from Lestrade. Sherlock pressed redial and he let it ring. Lestrade picked up on the other end, "John, I was just getting ready to call you. I'm sorry about the other day, you were right about Sherlock, I did lose faith. You're a better friend than I am. I will keep you updated on the case on Brixton."
Sherlock hung up. So John had known about the case at Brixton and somehow John was linked to it. He had to get over to Brixton. Sherlock looked closer at the ground and noticed dark marks left in the carpet. He bent down and could smell the hint of gasoline. He pulled out his magnifying glass and took a closer look. Gravel stones were near the door in the footprints left behind. He tried to think of locations that had both gravel stones and gasoline present. Thinking of how it tied in with the Brixton murder. Narrowing down possibilities would take time that John didn't have.