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"SON OF A BITCH!"

I had left my phone on super loud last night, so when it went off in the morning and I hit my head back on a brick wall, that was my reaction. To make it worse, it was pouring it down.

"Hello?" I answered the phone, rubbing my throbbing head.

"Ah, I've had this memory card from the kidnapper under the microscope for hours but I can't find anything concrete."

"Oh, hi Sherlock.."

"Take it to Molly's at Bart's. She's... Well, she's better equipped over there."
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St Bartholomew's Hospital, 22 minutes later

I found Molly in her usual lab, and I asked her for help.

"I'd love to help you but... look at this." Molly gestured to the room. "Somebody broke in and trashed the place. It's so invasive. And the paperwork is everywhere. I've got to straighten this out so I know who belongs to what. Give me a hand, quick, and then we can talk about whatever you need."
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5 minutes later, all paperwork cleared

"All done!" I told Molly.

"That's great! Everything and everyone back in the right drawer, like nothing had happened... But, er... this Nina Malik. She was stabbed during a mugging, but I've just looked at her body and her brain has gone. It looks like someone took it in a hurry too - I'll spare you the details. Do you think that's what this break-in was all about? Take a look at her file and see what you reckon."

Well, at least I now had a new case to pass some time.
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Nina Malik's file -

Name: Professor Nina Malik
DOB: 3/11/1971
Gender: Female
Height: 5'4"

Notes:
Neurologist, Royal College of Research, London
Died last night following a single stab wound to the abdomen.

Attacker fled when spotted. Still at large.

Attack took place close to the RCRL lab where the victim worked on Euston Road, Bloomsbury.
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Euston Road, 27 minutes later

I needed to speak to Nina's research assistant. He'd be able to let me into her office so I could take a look around.

"Hi, I'm working with the police and I was just wondering if Nina Malik's research assistant was in?"

"I was Nina's research assistant. Sorry the lab's such a mess - we had a break-in last night. Security's supposed to be tight here but the cameras didn't pick up anything. And after what happened to Nina, it's all just... We were researching cognitive enhancement - boosting intelligence - and Nina's work was hot stuff. She started experimenting on herself and yeah, it definitely worked. The pharmaceutical firms were queuing up... Now this. Years of research, gone. And I guess I'm out of a job. Take a look around if you think it will help, but don't take anything. The cops will be here in a minute."

I took a look around this office; it was trashed! Paper and stationary all over, but there was just one thing that stood out to me. A letter to Nina. Looks like this Sharon Branca at Pharmilian wanted Nina's research very badly...
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