"The thing is, we're not sure how anybody got in to get the body here. All the alarms had to be disabled this morning and we know he didn't work for TK Maxx. I just don't get it." Lestrade stood there looking at the corpse of one Peter McLeod.
John stared at the body listening to what Lestrade was saying and trying to figure it all out. He bent down and looked at the man's face. It was obvious asphyxiation, probably due to strangulation. On checking the victims neck, John saw thin purple lines, bruises starting to appear, this body hadn't been dead for long.
John looked around and saw Sherlock bobbing and weaving around the rails of clothes, obviously seeing things no one else could. Turning back to Lestrade, John thought of something.
"Is he an ex employee? Maybe someone here had an issue with him?"
"Wrong!" Came Sherlock's voice across the room.
John turned to his friend, "Well, why don't you come here and solve this crime and we can go home. It's late and I need to cook some semblance of dinner before I pass out due to malnutrition." Blank expression met his frown. "Sherlock, are you even listening to me?"
Sherlock moved to a rail and stopped to inspect it. John turned and glance at the cadava in front of him, then turned back to Sherlock, surprised by the site he saw.
Sherlock was stood there with a long black coat held up to himself. He'd moved to a pillar and was stood admiring himself in the mirror.
"What do you think? Not really me?"
John couldn't believe it. Apart from the coat being almost exactly the same as the one Sherlock had on, he was amazed that Sherlock was being so obtuse.
"Sherlock? Please solve this crime. We are not shopping."