"So you never explained to me how you found me?" asked John, helping Sherlock unpack the last of his things. Sherlock flung himself onto his chair in his favorite housecoat, "The man killed in Brixton was working for the man who ordered your kidnapping. I found car oil on his hands. He didn't own a car himself which meant he worked at a car shop near his house. His uniform narrowed the search. The gravel and scent of gas was found on the body, same as the kind found in our apartment when you were kidnapped. I surmised that the victim was killed by one of his comrades because he was a rat. Apparently he knew who you were, something about serving with you in Afghanistan."
"So that was you who set the man on fire?" asked John in some disbelief.
"He is perfectly fine. The gasoline on his clothes and shoes probably will leave him with first or second degree burns."
John shook his head, "I can never understand how you get all of that. Are you going back to being consulting detective?" asked John throwing Sherlock the hat. Sherlock caught it just before it hit him. He put it on and gave a grin, "For now, under the radar."
John gave a laugh, "I can't take you seriously in that hat." They both laughed and Sherlock threw the hat aside. "Where's my phone and wallet anyway?"
Sherlock looked in his pockets , "When did you lose it?"
"Last week when I was kidnapped. I didn't have it on me though and it isn't in my room."
"Oh that, it was in my pocket then. I don't know where I put it since then."
"I'll go cancel the cards." said John grabbing his jacket. He opened the door and turned around, "I'm glad you're not dead." Going down the stairs he shouted back,"Even if you lose my things."
Thank you for reading my first story, I hope to write the next episode soon. So please be patient with me.