I saw everything...
Nothing could escape my gaze.
I saw that the taxi driver in front of me in the vehicle had a slight nervous twitch and struggled severely with his dandruff.
I saw he had two children - two girls, by the reminiscence of nail polish and cheap kids eye shadow on his left shoulder.
Which considering it was 10am on a Monday morning, he hadn't washed his clothing since the last time he wore it.
I wondered why...
Laziness?
The stains had remained unoticed and he thought it would be okay to wear again, perhaps?
It was insignificant to everyone on this planet but me. I always asked the big questions and somehow managed to find the answer myself.

"Just here please." I told the driver as we pulled into my future home's street.
I got out and paid the driver, who took my money with the grubbiest of hands.
I wondered what he had been doing to make them so.
I stood in front of the famous wooden door, admiring every crack, scratch and cranny.
I then proceeded to knock on the door and wait for a response.
An older woman appeared with a bright smile on her face.
"Come in dear, I've just put the kettle on. You must be Elizabeth Crane. I'm Mrs. Hudson." The woman said, her smile never faltering.
"Yes, that's me. Pleasure." I replied, inspecting the hallway as we walked to her flat.
"Well, I'm your landlady - not your house keeper - so don't be like my silly boys and assume I shall do everything for you." She chuckled.
"Your boys. Sons?" I asked.
Mrs Hudson chuckled again. "Oh no, dear. Although they might as well be. You'd like them. They live just downstairs from you. Sherlock and John. But John's moved out so it's usually just Sherlock there, now." She clarified.
I nodded. "I've heard of their work. Very impressive."
She nodded. "Tea or coffee, love?" She asked, holding up to jars.
"Tea please." I nodded. "Splash of milk, two sugars."
Mrs Hudson smiled once more and got to the tea - making.

Once finished with our beverages, Mrs Hudson lead me to the place I would soon be calling home.
She scampered up the stairs, I followed suit and we eventually got to 221c.
"Am I right in saying that there was evidence to a cold case in this room once?" I asked, recalling the newspaper report.
"That is right. I hope that's no bother." Mrs Hudson became quite uncomfortable and I felt the need to put her mind at rest.
"No problem at all. I love a good mystery." I smirked.
I stared the woman up and down, deciphering her.
Woman knows her colours to her tone.
Worn out loafers. She loves those.
Vintage jewellery?
No. Bought from new. The scratches Elizabeth, the scratches.
Worn out ring on ring finger. Long term married. Widow? Judging by the faded gleam from her ring, the old jewellery and the state of her living arrangements, widowed. At least 20 years.
I smiled at her and continued to look around the flat.

This would do nicely...