"Gregson."
"Holmes."
I looked my mortal enemy square in the eye. He wasn't at all timid. His hair was dark brown and wavy like mine. His cheekbones were prominent and pointed like mine. His fingers, face, and feet were all long, giving him a gangly appearance. He was lean yet had some muscle to him. It was infuriating that I hadn't seen his Holmesian traits before.
"There's work to be done," he reminded me, revealing the scene behind the privacy barriers. "They've arrested a fifteen year old with connections to the crime. Another two bodies have washed up on shore in the span of a week. There's a growing uncertainty if all these double homicides have been crimes of opportunity or if we'll dealing with some sort of elaborate crime circle."
"They've been poisoned again…" I remarked.
"Surely not with the same poison as before and not all of the victims have been poisoned so it doesn't appear to be their call-sign."
"No but it does suggest a ritual." I leaned down to have a better look and pulled out my magnifying glass to examine the pattern of bruising on their skin. "The victims have all been given the same tea; either laced with industrial herbicides or a paralytic agent. Then they are put to rest before they are mutilated."
"Are the victims aware that they're ingesting the lethal toxins?"
"I have reason to suspect it's all part of a twisted game and we'll need to be in on it if we want to take them down."