"Gorden Shumway, 23 years old, currently unemployed, his neighbors said they heard a shot and looked out to see his body hanging over the railing of his balcony." Lestrade said as he and John looked over the body.

John still hadn't heard anything from 'Tanya' was beginning to worry that he had made a mistake. John looked closer at the body, he looked familiar, but he couldn't be sure. The body had one hole on it going right through the heart. Whoever it was that killed him had wanted to kill him was expecting to do it fast and without any problems.

"How long as he been unemployed?"

"For about 3 months."

The only response John gave was a quite hum is acknowledgment. No prints, no signs of forced entry, in fact, John doubted the person who killed him entered the building at all. "I'd put my money on sniper, there's no prints anywhere else in the house so he came with one purpose. There are also no footprints, so whoever killed him didn't even enter the house. All the residents in the surrounding apartments have been living here from a year to six months ago, so I don't think any of them have been secretly stalking Gorden. And any others who have moved in between the time Gorden moved in till now don't live within shooting range. So most likely the shooter used someone's apartment. I'd say are best bet are the ones on the building directly across on the 4th floor."

Lestrade just nodded as he looked up and scanned the nearby apartments. He supposed he should be used to it by now, seeing children peering through curtains trying to get a small peek, people stopping in the middle of the street to watch his men as they take notice and look for evidence. But the worst and one that Lestrade hated the most was probably when people slowed down in their cars to watch. Not only were they just simply being annoying, but they were also forcing other people to slow down which in turned would cause a traffic jam and that would cause people to get angry, which would make it even harder for his men when they tried to leave. Honestly, people were really annoying.

But as he looked up he saw people out on their balconies staring down at him. He was suddenly reminded that there were two sides to London, as there were for most cities. One side was lights, the noise, and stores, building, and the busy people who didn't seem to have a second to admire the beautiful city. The other side was much dark, this was side that Lestrade fought against so that those living on the light side wouldn't have to.

"Lestrade! I think you'll wanna see this!" Lestrade turned around and went back inside the apartment to find Sergeant Donavon in Gorden's room looking into with looked like a Tackle Box. "I don't think Mr. Shumway was into too much fishing." Donavon said as she moved back to show the box was filled with cocaine.

"Blimy! There's enough in here to last him months!" Donavon said in as he began to put the cocaine and everything else in the tackle box in evidence bags.

"More like a month." John said as he inspected the cocaine. "What you mean?"

"As I inspected the body I saw the spots on his arm where he injected. There were at least three newer spots from before the time of death. With that amount, and the spots, that would probably last him a month. I'm not sure much he took each time and how much time was between. But I'm guessing on the days he did inject he inject three times that day and only inject small amounts. He probably was trying to make it last."

"So, what, you think he was working for someone, and they were paying him with cocaine?" Lestrade said looking over the rest of the room.

"Well, like you said Lestrade, he hasn't been employed for months. So, the cocaine and a apartment?"

Lestrade just nodded as he went back to searching the room.

Donavon walked out of the room to gather all the evidence together. One her way out she looked back at Gorden's body. "You know, he looks familiar, I think I've seen him somewhere before..."

"Yeah, same here, but I just can't figure out where-"

"The Queen Chambers!"

Both John and Lestrade snapped their heads towards Donavon's direction, but both for different reasons. John, because he recognized the name from the pub Rogers told him, Lestrade cause that was probably one of the last things he thought he hear Donavon ever say.

Realizing they were staring at her, Donavon began to explain. "About a few weeks back I was checking out a lead when I saw some guy drop to the ground by some alley by a pub called 'The Queen's Chamber's'. At first I thought he might have mugged, so I pulled over to check it out. When I got over there I found it was just some guy you had almost OD'd. I brought him to a hospital, when I checked over his belongings I didn't find any more drugs on him, so I left and was planning on returning in the morning when he was awake. When I got there the next morning he was gone. We searched for him for awhile, but he seemed to just disappear."

"Well," John said as he looked over the body as it was being rolled away. "Looks like you finally found him."

"Welcome to The Nile Mr. Walter, your room is room 324 on the 3'd floor. The room has been cleaned and ready for check in!"

Recently employed, single mother has two children, one a teenager and one a toddler. Just broke-up with boyfriend, caught him cheating on her. Doesn't plan on working here long, just long enough to pay off the down payment she put on a new flat. Works two other jobs, one is a substitute teacher, the other is as a small vet-

"Yes, thank you" Mr. Walter grabbed his duffle bag off the floor, grabbed the card key and headed to his room. Mr. Walter had short, curly, ginger hair that was just beginning to grow back, and he was more than thrilled. He was wearing a pair of jeans and a button-up shirt. He wore thick glasses that he kept readjusting.

As he entered is room he flung his bag and himself onto the bed and took a few moments to let his body catch up with himself. He knew he was cutting it close, but there was too much work to be done. He sat up and crossed his legs Indian style as he opened his bag and took out a laptop. as he turned the laptop on it chimed to let him know his e-mail had finally come.

1 New Message

From: Peterson Sweets

To: Fern Walter

Message received April 15, 2012.

The Scotland Yard has just found the body of Gorden Shumway. He is one of the men we believe Moran has working for him. Darla Orstad and Steve Walker were seen at the club called 'Starz Gazers' on April 14th (More information about Steve Walker will come soon). Shumway's body was found by one of his neighbors hanging off his balcony outside of his apartment. There was a single round that had gone straight through his body. One the night of April 14th he was seen taking with a Nathan Simmons. Both men are between ages 22-28, Nathan was a homeless man who was often seen on the move going from town-to-town. He stopped in London about 2 weeks back and hasn't left yet, which according to the small few who were closet with him, was rather odd. Shumway was a drug addict on the run from a Sergent Sally Donavon. Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade was in charge of the crime scene, and Dr. John Watson was consulted. Alone. No more new on William Andrews, but my men did see Darla at the club on the night of April 14th.

Darla Orstad was seen at the club 'Starz Gazers' along with a man named Steve Walker on the night of April 14th at 21:34. On the same night Dr. John Watson and William Andrew were also seen at the club at 22:22. William Andrews was seen meeting up with Darla at the bar when he got a drink and appeared to be giving her a piece of paper. Later that around 01:07 John Watson was seen writing his number down and then gave the paper with his number on it to Darla Orstad. William Andrew and John Watson were seen leaving the club at 01:13 and Darla Orstad and Steve Walker were seen leaving at 01:15.

If requested, orders will given to take DI Leatrade, Sergent Donavon, and Dr. Watson off the case.

~Sweets