"Sherlock"

"Two minutes, I said" Greg said as he enter the room.
"I need anything you two got" Greg said as James helped Jane up from the floor.
"Victim is in her late thirties. Professorial person, going by her clothes; I'm guessing something in the media, going by the frankly alarming shade of pink" James said.

"Travelled from Cardiff today, intending to stay in London for one night. It's obvious from the size of the suitcase" Sherlock said.
"Suitcase?" Greg questioned, confused with a frown as James and Jane looks around the room.
But they don't see a suitcase anywhere, "Yes, a suitcase"
"She's been married at least ten years, but not happily. She's had a string of lovers, but none of them knew she was married" Sherlock continued.

Groan

"Oh, for God's sake, if you're just making this up..." Greg scoffed, frustrated.
"He's not, trust me" James said to Greg and Sherlock pointed down to the woman left hand.
"Her wedding ring..." Sherlock begin to say.
"Ten years old at least. The rest of her jewellery has been regularly cleaned, but not her wedding ring. State of her marriage right there. The inside of the ring is shinier than the outside. That mean it's regularly removed. The only polishing it gets is when she works it off her finger. It's not for work; look at her nail. She doesn't work with her hands, so what or rather who does she remove her rings for? Clearly not one lover; she'd never sustain the fiction of being single over that amount of time, so more likely a string of them" Sherlock said.

"That's brilliant"

Jane looking at the mam in awe and amazement.
Sherlock looks round at the woman, "Sorry" Jane apologised.
"Cardiff? Greg asked, getting back on track and Sherlock turns back to the body.
"HR coat; it's slightly damp" Sherlock stated.
"She's been in heavy rain in the last few hours. No rain anywhere in London in that time. Under her coat collar is damp, too. She's turned it up against the wind. She's got an umbrella in her left hand pocket, but it's dry and unused. Not just wind, strong wind. Too strong to use her umbrella. We know from her suitcase that she was intending to stay overnight, so she must have come a decent distance but she can’t have travelled more than two or three hours because her coat still hasn’t dried" Sherlock said.
" So, where has there been heavy rain and strong wind within the radius of that travel time?" Sherlock questioned.
"Cardiff" James finishes and Sherlock nods his head.
"That's fantastic!" Jane exclaimed and Sherlock turns to look at her.
"Do you know you doing that out loud?" Sherlock ask her in a low voice.
"Sorry. I'll shut up" Jane apologies as she looked down at the floor, blushing.
"No, it's...fine" Sherlock responded, making James and Greg look at each other.

"There's one thing, though"

"What's with the suitcase though?" James asked, getting back on track.
"Yes, why d'you keep saying suitcase?" Greg agree with James, wondering himself.
"Yes, where is it?" Sherlock wondered as he starts to look around the room.
"Sherlock, she must had a phone or an orgainser" James said to him.
"We need to find out who Rachel is" Sherlock stated.
"Question is. Why did she wait until she was dying to write it?" Sherlock questions.
"How d'you know she had a suitcase?" Greg questioned and the detective pointed down at the body.
Where her tights have small black splotches on the lower part of her right leg.
"Back of the right leg: tiny splash marks on the heel and calf, not present on the left. She was dragging a wheeled suitcase behind her with her right hand. Don’t get that splash pattern any other way. Smallish case, going by the spread. Case that size, woman this clothes-conscious: could only be an overnight bag, so we know she was staying one night" Sherlock explained.
"Now, where is it? What have you done with it?" Sherlock asked, getting impatience as he look around the room.

"There wasn't a case"

Sherlock slowly raises his head and turns to look at Greg, matching the Detective Inspector Lestrade expression.
"Say that again" Sherlock demanded, narrowing his eyes at him.
"There wasn't a case" Greg repeated.
"He's right. There was never any suitcase" James stated, making Sherlock head for the door.

"Suitcase! Did anyone find a suitcase? Was there a suitcase in this house?"