They left and the women closed the door behind them. It was the 1st address they were trying, and the women who had answered was Mrs. Combri's cousin, a nice woman with short blond hair and a face very similar to Jane's. She refused kindly the questions of the consulting detective even if it seemed like she didn't care about what had happened to her gone cousin. John crossed out her name on the paper.

'' Kelly Stortford. Why do they all look so angry against that woman? '' Said John reading the next address.

Sherlock didn't answer; he was just having a look in his mind palace.

''No sorry, I do not wish to have anymore relation with Jane Combri, even if she is now gone, I do not want to talk about her. Goodbye.''

It was the 5th time a door was closed at Sherlock's face. This time it was Jane's uncle, an old man with a slow and low pitched voice. Sherlock angrily walked away followed by John. He knew that he couldn't calm down his friend easily.

''And what about the poem on the piece of paper? ''

Said the small man trying to keep up with the detective.

''She already had it in her pocket when she got killed.''

''You said the opposite earlier.''

Sherlock stopped.

''But of course!''

He looked back at John with a light of understanding on his face.

''It was so simple, how didn't I think about it before?!

''What?''

He grabbed his phone and taped a number in. He placed the phone near his ear. After a short moment he started talking with a fake large smile on his face.

''Hello my dear Molly how are you?''

''I'm surprised you called out for me you usually never do, I'm actually very ple...''

''stop talking please and tell me what I really want to hear.''

His voice was gone cold again but was used to his unkindness against her and pretended she didn't understand.

''You were right.''

''Oh come on I'm always right tell me something I don't know!''

John resisted the temptation to remind him every time he was wrong. Molly hesitated for her next words.

''Well...euhm... she was beaten many times in the back of her head. The 4 bites mark had small damaged metal fragments in them, they were probably made by some sort of old knife...''

''What about metal teeth?''

''What are you talking about John?''

Answered Sherlock, intrigued by the man's insinuation.

''I would have imagined some kind of metal pair of teeth...not you?''

''Oh you mean like the metal traps that use hunters?''

''Yes something like that Molly.''

''That's very interesting John...''

Thought out loud the concentrated genius.

''Why are you acting so mysterious on this case Sherlock? You barely told me what you were thinking...''

The man stopped thinking and turned his head left towards him. He had felt the hand of the blond man grab his arm with a sad face.

''Well... uh... I'm sorry... I...''

He regretted those few seconds of weakness. He turned to the right so John's hand would let him go. He walked away to the other side of the white and large table and only when he was as far as possibly from his friend's hands he looked at him.

''The poem in her pocket, someone slipped it in before she got killed. Why? I still don't know but it must have a meaning. You're right about the metal teeth marks so we are looking for someone who hunts regularly, enough to actually have his own equipment. Kelly Stortford, her cousin, she was a doctor she had a medicine diploma hanged in the entrance of her flat. It was clean and modern furniture, obviously living alone, she had grey cat's hairs on the end of her trousers, probably a cat, I doubt with the money she wins she would actually go out casually hunting and if she did her cat would not be there anymore. The colleague of Jane, Gary Dillon, the tall man who answered the 2nd door, obviously a nerd seeing all the books he had in his house and the fact that he lives in the same building as his mother (I saw the name Elizabeth Dillon on the door of the apartment next door with an old fashion sign on it, obviously an old women.).No way would he kill someone or even an animal. The 3rd house didn't answer, but I'm sure an old grandmother reaching her 90s in two month would go have a little santé tour in the woods, chasing bears in her wheel chair. The couple in the 4th house was too polite and too rich to do something like that specially the husband who hasn't stepped a foot in a forest since he was little.''

''What about her uncle?''

''Probably never liked her and never bothered to have any contact with her.''

''Okay so what do we do know?

''Well that's obvious we are going to knock at every single door written on that piece of paper and spot the most suspicious person. If that isn't enough we will find the addresses and numbers of all her past classmates. ''

''And what if it was someone she didn't know? Just some new serial killer?''

''If he is then we will just have to wait for his next move, but I don't want to wait I'll get bored.''

John sighted.

''You don't need to come John.''

''Shut up you need me.''

''That's true.''

They looked at each other with a deep look straight in the eyes.

''Can... I come?''

Said Molly, with a little shy voice, breaking the mood.