Secrets (Sherlock)

Blind Banker- Part 6

"You want to hide a tree, then a forest is the best place to do it, wouldn't you say? People would just walk straight past, not knowing, unable to decipher the message," Sherlock said. We were walking in what looked like a tube station right by the museum we were just in, and it was FILLED with graffiti. It really is the perfect place to hide the symbol. Raz was showing us something he saw earlier.

"Hide it in plain site," I commented.

"There. I spotted it earlier," he said, pointing to a spot on the wall. There was, indeed, a spot hidden within another piece that held the symbol itself.

"They've been here. And that's the exact same paint?"

"Yeah."

"John, if we're going to decipher this code, we're going to need to look for more evidence."

We ended up splitting up and searching for other ciphers alone. I was walking all over the place, when I realized that I don't have either of their phone numbers.

"Ugh," I slumped. "I guess I'll just have to take a photo if I see it and show them if I find the two again."

While I was walking by a railroad, I saw a giant brick wall covered in yellow graffiti. I smiled to myself while I took out my phone and took a photo. While placing my phone back in my pocket, I felt someone hit me hard on the head. It didn't knock me out, so my training kicked in, and I acted on instincts. He started hitting me, but I blocked all of them. However, one punch hit my stomach, knocking the wind out of me. I slumped over for a millisecond, but it was just enough time for him to hit me on the head. I fell to the floor, catching my breath and gaining my senses. It took longer than I would have liked, because I could hear the voices of the last two men I would like to see me this way.

"Quinn! Quinn, are you alright?" I heard someone say. I groaned, and started to stand up, but was stopped when John put his hand on my shoulder.

"Are you alright?" he repeated.

"Yeah. I was just a little beat up. I can hold up," I replied, my head starting to throb. I placed a hand on the back of my head, and grimaced when I felt the giant bump directly behind it.

"Let me see," John said.

He looked at the back of my head, and felt the bump. I should have flinched when he touched it, but I was too focused on deleting the pain. Once it was gone, I opened my eyes to see the consulting detective staring right at me.

"It's alright, John," I say, averting my gaze to the army doctor behind me. "I have gotten way worse than this. I'll survive."

As john helped me up, he looked over at the wall. "It's been painted over. I don't understand. It was here. Ten minutes ago. I saw it. A whole load of graffiti."

"Someone doesn't want me to see it."

"I remember it. I just saw it." I moment I said that, Sherlock grabbed my shoulders, and starts moving.

"Sherlock, what are you doing?"

"Ssh! Quinn, concentrate. I need you to concentrate. Close your eyes!"

"What? Why? Why? What are you doing?"

"I need you to maximize your visual memory. Try to picture what you saw. Can you picture it?"

"Yeah."

"Can you remember it?"

"Yes, definitely."

"Can you remember the pattern?"

"Yes."

"How much can you remember it?"