BARTS HOSPITAL – MORTUARY – 11.50 PM

Hooper finished cleaning up after performing the final autopsy for the night. As he prepared to leave he couldn't get the conversation he'd overhead between Detective Lestrade and the self-proclaimed Consulting Detective, Sherlock Holmes out of his head.

It was all so very odd, but he couldn't put his finger on why. They were clearly withholding relevant and important facts from him concerning the grizzly death of the young woman on whom he'd performed the autopsy.

It wasn't like he wasn't used to seeing what the very worst of human nature was capable of. That was to be expected in his line of work.

He was confident that his secret remained safe. That Scotland Yards finest, and even the great detective had not yet 'deduced' that Doctor Manfred Hooper was in fact Doctor Margaret Hooper.

So why were they withholding information from her?

Molly carefully went back over the conversation that had her so troubled.

EARLIER

"Thank God it's the final night of the full moon cycle," Lestrade muttered to Holmes, who was currently inspecting the wounds on the deceased woman.

"Indeed," the detective responded, having completed his inspection to his own satisfaction. "But this cannot be allowed to continue."

"Agreed," the inspector replied. "But how are we to bring this to an end when we don't even know where they are?"

"Leave it to me," Holmes said confidently. "I believe I may have uncovered a link, between the victims and a particular establishment. If I'm correct, then the situation will be in hand before the next…"

BARTS HOSPITAL – MORTUARY – 11.59 PM

She had been unable to learn anything more as the two men, possibly noting that Doctor Hooper was within earshot had left the morgue to continue they're conversation in private.

Whatever was going on she was certain that the two men knew far more than they were letting on. It was clear from the looks she had observed between the pair, backed up by their conversation that they had seen wounds like this before. As well as the distinct pattern emerging for when these murders were taking place.

Well if they weren't prepared to confide their findings with her, she was left with no alternative but to do some investigating of her own.

Reaching for her coat, hat and walking cane, she left the morgue, making her way along the teeming streets of London.