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We arrived at Scotland's Yard a few hours later and Sherlock demanded we see Dimmock. We were quickly showed to his office.
'Brian Lukis, freelance journalist, murdered in his flat, doors locked from the inside' Sherlock stated showing Dimmock the internet article
'You've got to admit, it's similar, both men killed by someone who can walk through solid walls' John continued
'Inspector, do you seriously believe that Eddie Von Coon was just another city suicide?' I added
'You have seen the ballistics repost, I suppose' Sherlock asked and Dimmock nodded
'And the shot that killed him, was it fired from his own gun?' Sherlock asked
'No' Dimmock said leaning back in his chair
'No, so this investigation might move a bit quicker if you were to take my word as gospel' Sherlock stated angrily. I stepped forward.
'Sherlock' I said softly
'I've just handed you a murder inquiry, five minutes in his flat' Sherlock said leaning down on the table ignoring me.
'Ok' Dimmock agreed reluctantly
'Will we go together?' Dimmock asked
'No, Tage and I will follow, John go with Dimmock and inform him about the bank break in' Sherlock ordered as he left the room grabbing my hand lightly and pulling me behind him.
We hailed down the closest taxi and got in. Sherlock gave him the address of the latest crime scene and we were off. I was staring out the window until I felt Sherlock's thumb rubbing circles on my hand since we were still holding hands. I smiled weakly at him
'You need to talk to me Tage' Sherlock stated
'No I don't' I muttered stubbornly
'It will eat you alive keeping it from me' Sherlock said slightly amused but more concerned
'Do you remember when I got into a fight with Alison and I was upset for weeks and you couldn't figure out why I was upset?' I asked laughing silently and Sherlock joined in
'Yes, it was the first thing I could never figure out about you, it was most infuriating' Sherlock said while smiling
'First of many to come' I said smiling
'That it was Tage, but do you remember when you first started working with me at crime scenes and you got nightmares, you were scared to tell me but keeping to yourself almost killed you, you stopped eating, sleeping' Sherlock asked suddenly sober
'Yes, I do remember that, I thought you would care that I was weak' I muttered and felt Sherlock's thumb rubbing my hand again
'I never thought you were weak Tage, and I wouldn't care if you were' He whispered and I smiled weakly
'Do you remember how much better you felt after you told me what was going on?' Sherlock asked and I frowned
'It's not the same' I muttered and then taxi stopped. Sherlock paid the taxi driver and we got out of the taxi and started walking to the crime scene, Dimmock and John arriving shortly after.
We all walked up the stairs which was taped off, into the apartment. His apartment was messy, very messy. Sherlock and I looked around the place with interest. Sherlock looked over at the window and smiled
'Four floors up, that is why they think they're safe, put a chain across the door, bolt it shut, think they're impregnable. They don't think for one second that there's another way in.' Sherlock said looking around the place
'I don't understand' Dimmock said confused
'Dealing with a killer who can climb' I explained as Sherlock started walking towards something.
'What are you doing?' Dimmock asked
'Clings to the walls like an insect' Sherlock continued to explain as he stood on some furniture to open a skylight
'That's how he got in' Sherlock whispered to himself
'What?' Dimmock asked
'He climbed up the side of the walls, ran along the roof, dropped in through the skylight' Sherlock explained
'You're not serious? Like spider-man?' Dimmock asked in disbelief
'He scaled six floors of a Docklands apartment building, jumped a balcony and killed Van Coon' Sherlock shouted at Dimmock
'Oh, hold on' Dimmock said laughing at him
'That's how he got into the bank – ran along the window ledge onto the terrace' I explained
'I have to find out what connects these two men' Sherlock told me and John, breathing heavily.
Sherlock picked up a book that was from the library and took off. I sighed and got in the taxi with him and John.
The ride was a silent one as we arrived at the library; Sherlock took off up the stairs with John as I leisurely took my time.
'Date stamped on the book is the same day that he died' Sherlock said distractedly as I started to pull out books from shelves. That's when I saw it.
The same yellow paint
'Sherlock' I shouted as I pulled out the rest of the books to reveal the same symbols that were at the bank.