John

Sherlock went to his bedroom and phoned Mycroft from there. I sat on the sagging armchair and felt guilty for moving on with life. My heart felt as though it was a sponge that had filled with water and was now too heavy for my aorta to support. I'd been weak by giving into my feelings about Sherlock and taking my concentration off the case. I'd allowed myself to be happy and I hated myself for it. At that moment I promised myself that after tomorrow I'd definitely concentrate on nothing but the case.

I jumped as Sherlock's bedroom door snapped shut.

"Mycroft's on his way." He announced grandly.

I nodded, "Great… listen, we've taken our eyes off the ball-"

Sherlock arched one elegant eyebrow, "I was rather under the impression that we'd done exactly opposite of that." He poked his tongue out from between his teeth and moistened his top lip.

"No, Sherlock, I'm being serious. We need to put our minds back on the case."

"Your mind may be so small as to only be able to focus on one thing at a time at what I'm sure is a very relaxing speed but mine is not. I've made some progress where suspects are concerned. I'm pretty certain I know who killed Jake; We'll need to be in contact with the Moonblood cult to pull all the strings together and find out who's behind the whole business."

Sherlock's superior brain power normally made me jealous but this time I felt as if I'd been let off the hook, "Well, what have you found out, then?"

"That man we saw entering the brothel, do you remember?" He has the annoyingly arrogant look curling his lip but I don't care.

I wrack my mind back to our adventure at 'Heavenly Bodies' and think I know who Sherlock's talking about, "The old-ish one who already had his flies undone?"

"Yes, him."

I wait for Sherlock to elaborate. When he doesn't I probe, "What about him?"

Sherlock looks at me like I'm a complete idiot, "He murdered Jake."

Sherlock

Yet again I was astounded at how inobservant John and the rest of the population of the world were but at the same time I was looking forward to showing off so I talked as quickly as I could as I explained to John how my conclusion had been reached, "Well, it's simple really, he brushed past me; as I touched him he pulled his coat tighter around himself even though he'd just undone his flies: Suddenly self-conscious? No, there was something he wanted to keep hidden in his coat. He also glanced at his watch and then sped up as he went through the lobby. He didn't stop at reception, not because he was regular customer, he wasn't, he only picked the door he did because of information he'd received prior to his visit. He didn't want to attract to attention to himself. He then visited Jake posing as a punter, had sex with him and injected Potassium Chloride solution directly into his brachial artery during the intercourse. Jake felt the needle entering his flesh and tried to escape put was hit across the face by his assailant and the damage had already been done. He was in such a hurry to see his mother because he knew he'd been drugged at the very least. We never saw that man leave so he must have left the brothel through a window or back entrance and picked up a getaway vehicle. He was long gone by the time Jake died."