He was sitting with John in his living room, flipping through the folder that Lestrade gave him that morning.
It was the first time that Sherlock saw Moriarty's case file. The information written on paper seemed so cold and impersonal that he could not associate it with all his pain. If Lestrade knew what he wanted to do with that file, he wouldn't have given it to him.
The desire for revenge grew so much within Sherlock that he couldn't wait any longer. He needed to find all those involved with Moriarty and finish them all. Of course he couldn't just go killing all of them. He needed a plan not to get caught, at least until his revenge was complete.
- Any clue about our shooter? - Asked John.
If any piece of Sherlock's mind still worried about the fact that he talked every day to a hallucination, it wasn't very significant. He treated the John he saw as if he was his friend and nothing had changed.
- As always, the police were useless in the investigation. London is lost in the hands of this bunch of idiots. We will have to work alone in this case. - Sherlock said throwing the file to John.
- Lestrade knows what are you planning? We can't let him stop you. And Donovan can be a problem.
As they talked, Sherlock searched for more information about the case in John's notebook. He was more likely to find a list of Moriarty's associates on the internet than to find anything useful in that file.
- Lestrade may suspect, but he won't act without being sure. And no one will believe Donavan's suspicions because she always haunted me.
At these moments, Sherlock felt his melancholy increase. They were planning murders, and the real John would never agree to do that. He was too good to want revenge, and that was only one of the small differences which proved that this wasn't the real John. He erased those thoughts from his mind as soon as they were conceived. He was sitting in front of the real John, or at least was the one that existed.
- With whom should we start? That girl in the museum is free pending trial, we could take advantage of this before she is arrested. Or we could go after the owner of the fake rental car business. I doubt they have any lead, but it's a start. After all, they both worked with Moriarty.
They both knew that Moriarty wasn't careless enough to allow anyone to obtain relevant information, but Sherlock wanted to eliminate anyone who had worked with his enemy. Everyone who helped him should pay for his crimes.
Sherlock jumped off the couch and ran toward the kitchen, leaving the notebook with an open page on sedatives. He couldn't buy any of these substances, because that would be too suspicious. He would have to manufacture them.
- Moriarty took a child hostage in the case of the museum, who was involved in it should die first. – he said while preparing a sedative. - We can kill her inside her house and then toss her into the Thames, as happened with the guard.
- It won't work. - John said while entering the kitchen. - The body will float, and we don't want to be discovered. Maybe you should cut it into pieces and then put each one into a bag full of rocks before throwing them into the river.
- Dismembering a body is dirty. We could take it to a secluded spot and burn the body with fire of magnesium oxide, the remains would be so destroyed that it would be virtually impossible to identify them.
He knew that what he was doing was unhealthy, but it was better than spending the day under a solution which already had well over seven per cent of cocaine. He was just changing the way of self-destruction. In fact, he wasn't yet able to bear the loss of his friend. This was just his way of trying to erase what happened: erasing all involved. He knew also that it was wrong to kill a woman whose only crime had been ordering the falsification of a paint. But none of that mattered.
- It may work, but buying magnesium oxide will seem even more suspicious than buying sedatives.
- No, I have enough for two or three bodies. I bought so long ago that no one will suspect anything. – he said while preparing a syringe with sedative that he had just manufactured.
Sherlock stood up and put his coat and his scarf. The magnesium oxide was stored in a warehouse which, if well prepared, could be perfect for a murder. It might not be a perfect plan, but it was the best he would get. He couldn't bear to wait for his revenge, he had to act that night. Exactly four months ago, his life had been destroyed. And now he would do everyone involved pay.
It would take more than a couple of days to prepare. But soon he could get what he already wanted to have done for months. The delay harmed his chances of discovering the truth, but he was the great Sherlock Holmes, who could unravel any mystery. And he wouldn't disappoint his best friend again.