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'Do you think he lost alot of money?' John asked as the police were arriving as well as the crime scene guys
'Suicide is pretty common among city boys' John stated
'We don't know it was suicide' Sherlock stated
'Come on, the door was locked from the inside, you had to climb down the balcony' John described
'Been away three days judging by the laundry' I said standing behind Sherlock as he knelt in front of it
'Look at the case, there was something tightly packed inside it' Sherlock said standing up
'Thanks, I'll take your word for it' John said
'Problem?' Sherlock asked confused and I rolled my eyes
'Yeah, I'm not desperate to root around some bloke's dirty underwear' John answered
'Those symbols at the bank, the graffiti, why were they put there?' Sherlock asked
'Some sort of code' John said
'Obviously, why were they painted, want to communicate, why not use e-mail?' Sherlock asked
'Maybe he wasn't answering' John suggested
'Oh good, you follow' Sherlock said happily
'Nope' John said and Sherlock sighed and looked over at me to explain.
'What kind of message would everyone try to avoid? What about this morning, those letters you were looking at?' I asked
'Bills?' John asked confused
'Yes, he was being threatened' Sherlock said getting sick of the guessing game. He pulled out a origami black flower from down Van Coon's throat.
'Not by the gas board' John commented
Suddenly a man walked into the room
'Sergeant, we haven't met' Sherlock said walking over to him
'Yeah, I know who you are and I would prefer if you didn't tamper with any of the evidence' Dimmock stated angrily.
'I phone Lestrade, is he on his way?' Sherlock asked handing Dimmock the black flower that was in his throat.
'He's busy, I'm in charge' Dimmock replied and I rolled my eyes, great.
'And it's not Sergeant, its Detective Inspector Dimmock' Dimmock introduced and Sherlock looked back at me with wide eyes and I just smiled
'We are obviously looking at a suicide' Dimmock stated as we walked out of the bedroom
'It does seem the only explanation of all the facts' John concluded
'Wrong, its one possible explanation of some of the facts' Sherlock stated
'You've got a solution that you like, but you are choosing to ignore anything you see that doesn't comply with it' Sherlock continued angrily
'Like' Dimmock asked
'The wound's on the right side of his head. Van Coon was left-handed, requires a bit of contortion' Sherlock said demonstrating
'Left-handed' Dimmock stated in disbelief
'I'm amazed you didn't notice, all you have to do is look around this flat, coffee table on the left hand side, coffee mug handle pointing to the left, power sockets, habitually used the ones on his left, pen and paper on the left of the phone, picked up with his right, took messages with his left. Do you want me to go on?' Sherlock asked
'No I think you covered it' I muttered sarcastically
'I might as well, I'm almost at the bottom of the list. There's a knife on the breadboard with butter on the right side of the blade because he used it with his left hand. It's highly unlikely that a left-handed man would shoot himself in the right side of the head, conclusion someone broke in here and murdered him –only explanation of all the facts' Sherlock talk Dimmock angrily
'But the gun?' Dimmock asked
'He was waiting for the killer, he'd been threatened' I answered for him
'What?' Dimmock asked
'Today at the bank, sort of a warning' John explained as Sherlock walked over to me
'You enjoyed that way too much' I muttered to him and he smiled
'He fired a shot when his attacker came in' Sherlock stated
'And the bullet?' Dimmock asked
'Went through the open window' Sherlock explained
'Oh Come on! What are the chances of that?' Dimmock scoffed in disbelief
'Wait until you get the ballistics report, the bullet in his brain wasn't fired from his gun. I guarantee it' Sherlock said
'But if the door was locked from the inside, how did the killer get in?' Dimmock asked
'Good, you're finally asking the right questions' Sherlock said before walking out the door, John and I hot on his trail