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Sherlock went towards the two bodies and searched for the phone but they were nowhere to be seen. Damn, we were too late.
"Shit," mumbled Sherlock.
"I didn't know you did slangs," I said, obviously in the mood for some entertainment after such a depressing thing.
"Shut up I'm trying to think. As it is, it's very complicated. So don't even try to think of trying to think of messing up this case."
I took some time to process this. As it is, HE's the one who's SO complicated.
"Look who's talking," I muttered under my breath. I went and stood near him. There were cuts over the superficial arteries of the neck and the wrist.
"Why would they kill someone of their own side?" I asked.
"Of course they would. They knew that we would come back and tortured the drivers for information. They would have leaked the information, eventually. Plus, they were already crippled and unable to walk so they were pretty useless. Killing them was the best option." He said in a very inhumanly fast pace…again. Well, I could get most of it. Yay.
"Okay. So what do we do next, Sherlock?"
"Simple. We'll just go to the lawyer's place and examine Mr Hugo's body and find the similarities."
"Do you think he might be a serial killer?"
"How do you know it's a male?"
"No, you moron. I meant he or a she by a 'he'. Seriously, how you solve crimes with this level of intellect is beyond me."
"It's a she."
"How do you know?"
"Because the murderer is right behind you."
"AAAAAH!" I gave a shrill shriek and clung on to Sherlock screaming 'save me.' (Seriously, that's embarrassing.)
'Nice ass,' I thought. But then I rebuked myself for thinking of such an inappropriate thing at such a critical time.