"It's so strange that this man has duct tape over each one of these tape players with a simple word." Sherlock said as he analyzed the tape player. "First, it said, 'detectives'. Second, it said 'doctor'. Third, it said 'landlady'. Fourth, it said, 'coroner'-"

I interrupted him as I asked, "How did you know it said that?"

"I did know since I was looking at it really closely. I found the word written on the duct tape just on the side of the tape player. Clever how it was placed there instead of being in the front where we could see it." Sherlock said carefully and continued, "Then lastly, it said 'police' which means they all lead up to clues for us to solve."

Mrs. Hudson stepped in to say, "Maybe it all describes the man's life. You did say you two had no knowledge about him except he has cancer and is from America." Mrs. Hudson shook her head and said, "Americans. They never learn!"

Sherlock excitedly jumped and clapped his hands. He smiled and said, "You brilliant woman! That could be what the man is getting at us to do. So amazing!" Then he paused to say, "But the only thing that puzzles me is that one says 'coroner'."

"He could have been a coroner in his work?" I guessed out loud. I was beginning to think no because he was too focused on the living than the dead. Sherlock shook his head reflecting on what I just thought.

"Every one of those words placed on the tape players in each game were professions, but..." Sherlock tapped his finger on his chin to pause and think. "There may be a chance that he met each profession. What I am getting at is this... he could have faked his own death and in turn was placed in the morgue."

"Morbid if you ask me." I said, "You can't just fake a death when losing to cancer."

"Yes it is." Sherlock agreed.

"But Sherlock, if this man is in London right now, how is he alive?" Mrs. Hudson asked. She was not getting anywhere with what Sherlock was getting at. Yes, this seems weird, but obviously what I am thinking is that he went to a doctor, got chased by the detectives with the police, and faked his own death to be put in a morgue to be searched by a coroner. After that, it all goes downhill on how he is still alive after all this time. Then Sherlock had an idea as his eyes sparkled: "I have a feeling who I know who our mystery man may be. I heard several times in the newspapers 15 years ago that there was murders

involving things like this. Sawblades, puzzles, tape players, traps. It all adds up. But I can't place my finger on this. I need more time!"

"Unfortunately for me, I don't even know what happened since I was still in the British military force at the time." I said. I so wish I could be more help, but I couldn't since there was no newspapers sent to Afghanistan for soldiers during that time. As a matter of fact, I was busy with patients whenever they had to come in on cots in the Red Cross tent.

"Don't even think about asking me, Sherlock." Mrs. Hudson said. "It was hard for so many years ago even when you were not around."

Sherlock nodded and said, "That's fine, but I really want to know who this is."

Sherlock sat on the metal ground and closed his eyes to think. Not wanting to waste anymore time, I thought of the four words Sherlock said. Sawblades, puzzles, tape players, and traps were all involved. In my head, I was thinking as I looked over the belts and blades. Just had to fit the pieces that's all. Like a-

"Jigsaw puzzle!" Sherlock exclaimed the two words that were going to come through my mind. "Hahaha! Just have to fit the piece like a jigsaw puzzle. This is Jigsaw, a.k.a John Kramer, whom we are dealing with!"

He danced around happily and stopped, "This means the man is even more dangerous than we were thinking of!"

Sherlock laughed as Mrs. Hudson was desperately confused and asked, "Who is John Kramer?"

I was about to ask the same thing because I had no idea who he was. Sherlock stood back up and answered, "Only the worst of the worst sociopaths with traps and abandoned buildings to have. Along with that, I read in the paper he had colon cancer and a brain tumor. He's never actually been caught, but his death was all over the papers. This makes it so exciting! We need to find him and catch him. But first, we need to listen to his tape player."

I said with wonder, "Jigsaw seems like a terrible nickname though. Jigsaw?"

"Oh, it was because he cut the skin of his dead victims in the shape of a jigsaw puzzle." Sherlock said with no emotion in his voice. "Now let's start the tape player, John."

I sighed as I pressed the play button. For knowing our kidnapper's name, I still had no idea who he was, but he has a brain tumor and colon cancer. It seemed so insane he has made it through so long with these types of morbid games he makes people go through. So we listen to Jigsaw's voice for what I hoped was the last time.