Secrets (Sherlock)

Blind Banker- part 4

"Brian Lukis. Freelance journalist. Murdered in his flat. Doors locked from the inside," Sherlock said. After realizing that there had been another death, the three of us went to Scotland Yard, and were now talking to that young guy from earlier, whose name I found out was DI Dimmock.

"You've got to admit it's similar. Both men killed by someone who can walk through solid walls," John said. I scoffed. I hadn't been feeling myself today, so I was sitting in the chair by the desk, simply listening to their conversation.

"Inspector, do you seriously believe that Eddie Van Coon was just another city suicide?" I butted in. " You have seen the ballistics report, I suppose?" Dimmock nodded. "And the shot that killed him. Was it fired from his own gun?"

"No."

"That's what I thought," I grumbled, not looking at any of them. I don't know if it was the fact that I couldn't remember that symbol, or the fact that I just saw Jim. But, either way, I had been thinking of Ebbe a lot lately, and I have NOT been thinking right ever since I punched Sebastian. To be honest, I have wanted to do that for a while now, but I never really had a motive.

"No. So, this investigation might move a bit quicker if you were to take my word as gospel. I've just handed you a murder enquiry. Five minutes in his flat."

We were now standing in Lukis's flat. Little messy, black origami flower on the floor, stacks of books all over the room.

I went and stood by the window, and smiled genuinely for the first time today. "Four floors up," I mumbled. "That's why they think they're safe. Put a chain across the door, bolt it shut, think they're impregnable. They don't reckon for one second that there's another way in."

"I don't understand," Dimmock answered.

"Of course you don't."

"Dealing with a killer who can climb," Sherlock explained to them. I left the apartment, and walked over to the window and opened it.

"What are you doing?"

"Clings to the walls like an insect. That's how he got in."

"What?" Dimmock asked. I sighed.

"Do I have to spell it out for you?" I snapped.

"He climbed up the side of the walls, ran along the roof, dropped in through this skylight," Sherlock said. It's a good thing he spared me from having to talk to this idiot a moment longer.

"You're not serious? Like Spiderman?"

"He scaled sixth floors of a Docklands apartment building, jumped the balcony and killed Van Coon."

"So, yeah," I told them. "A little like spider man."

"Oh, hold on."

"And of course that's how he got into the bank, ran along the window ledge onto the terrace. We have to find out what connects these two men," I said, walking down the steps to see Sherlock looking at a book with a seal saying West Kensington Library.

I jumped out of the cab, and ran into the library, leaving John with the cab faire. We all scrambled into the library, and I immediately went to the section that the book came from.

"Date stamped on the book is the same day he died," I said, as we started to rip the books off of the shelves. I took off about three books when I noticed some yellow paint in the back.

"Guys," I said. The two immediately stopped and turned to look at me. But, the moment I finished, I gasped, suddenly realizing what was there. Painted on the back of the bookshelf, in the same yellow spray paint, were the exact symbols from the office. And they just looked a whole lot scarier than before.