Chapter 1
Mycroft entered the dilapidated swimming pool followed by Anthea and joined DCI Greg Lestrade
"Inspector"
"Mr. Holmes, Anthea. What can I do for you?"
Mycroft nodded towards the man who was just fished out of the water.
"He works for the government. Do you have a lead yet?"
" Mycroft, mourning the dead. What dirt did he clean up for you?"
The three turned towards the voice and saw Sherlock, followed by John under the police barrier and headed towards the men.
"You should know that I leave no trace, dear brother. Of course, based on the misguided assumption that I have dirt to clean up. "
Mycroft answered his brother with a false smile as he leaned on his umbrella.
"Hello, Mycroft, Anthea, Greg. "
Did John say hello to the three
"Apologize for his rudeness. "
The four looked over at Sherlock, who was kneeling next to the tied corpse and, by the way, knocking Anderson down before he explained aloud:
"He was tortured before his death, firstly he was beaten with bare fists, hence the broken nose, the blue eyes and the missing teeth. According to the marks, which are quite small and delicate, a woman, the broken ribs are from a nine-iron and the remaining scratches on his upper body and face indicate that he was whipped, more precisely a nine-tailed cat with curved iron tips was used. Then the pool was filled with water and he drowned slowly and agonizingly. "
"A nine-tailed cat? "
Anderson grinned amusedly
"Do you know anything about that, Mr. Holmes?"
Sherlock straightened himself up again and looked down on Anderson, from top to bottom.
"I also know Donavan gave you a blowjob before you came to the crime scene. "
"And you know this how?"
"I can tell by her open zipper and the pressure marks, Donavan's knees. "
Sherlock swirled around and left the scene, John on his heels.
"You gonna take this case or what?"
Lestrade called after the two of them
"Not interested. Too busy. "
Sherlock waved a taxi in and the two men got in.
In the cab, John, Sherlock asked
"You've been lying on the sofa for two weeks, shooting at the wall, whining you're bored. Why don't you take the case?"
"And do my brother a favor? Never. "