A Turnabout in Baker Street

Chapter 7

-It's just... the smell. –Janelle wanted to throw up.

Of course, they were at the morgue.

-So you're able to watch stuff like this in movies but not in real life? –Said E.

-It's not the same. –She was dizzy.

-You can go out if you want, but... c'mon, you'll be fine. –Ella tried to focus on the body.

-I'm still not sure about why I'm letting you in here... –Lestrade told her.

And he said that with good reason. There were 6 people in there. 7 if you counted the body. Sherlock, John, Molly, Lestrade, Ella and Janelle.

-I said she's with me. –Said Sherlock, annoyed.– So, exactly where was the note?

-It was right about here. –Molly pointed at the victim's Adam's apple.

-Any scratches down the throat?

-Yes. Soft ones, but noticeable. Post-mortem.

-Did the woman do that with her finger nails when she left the note? –Ella asked.

-You catch on quick. –Said John.

-No, it's just... this seems familiar. I don't know why. Maybe I read it somewhere.

-Now, Inspector, let's look at the note.

They started walking out of the morgue (Janelle was quite thankful for that) while Molly and Ella stayed behind.

-So, uhm... you're Sherlock's new neighbours?

-Yeah, just moved in a week ago. –E answered while finishing her notes.

-You seem very comfortable around him already...

-Oh. –She snorted.– It's not that. We just started working... –Wrong.– I mean, we bumped into each other on a case. I'm a journalist.

-That explains the notebook. –Molly laughed.– Either way, uhm, welcome to London.

They were going to shake hands but hesitated. They decided it was probably not the best idea after touching the body.

Once outside, everyone was glancing at both Ella and Janelle. They were entirely new there, but that wasn't the novelty. They were there with Sherlock.

-Ella... –Janelle pulled her away.– Everyone's looking at us... we shouldn't be here. You know that.

-Look, I know, but this is a huge breakthrough for me. I can't let this go, Jan. Just hold on for tonight, ok? It'll probably be over soon. –Jan sighed.

-Alright, but you're buying us food after this. I'm starving and dizzy from the smell.

-Ok, ok. Now shut up and let me look at the note. You can go sit at the bench. –Janelle narrowed her eyes at her and left.

They arrived at a desk with a huge lamp and a magnifying glass. On the desk was a small note with the number 1.

-1? Does that mean he's only the first one, Sherlock? –John asked with his arms crossed.

-Most likely. –He moved the note around, smelled it, and almost licked it. He was super happy.

-"Threatening arrival of a serial killer". Is that a good title? –Ella asked out loud. Nobody answered when she kept talking by herself.

Greg pulled John aside while Sherlock was busy being Sherlock.

-As the usual cold-headed bloke you are in this duo... is this journalist trustworthy? She seems a bit dodgy to me. –Lestrade was being protective, how couldn't he be?