When you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.

Showing posts with label Red Rose. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Red Rose. Show all posts

Saturday, September 4, 2010

Red Rose

No longer bored, a new case at last. With the unmistakable flair of M.
Blood splatter in the shape of a rose. I'd be flattered, if I wasn't married to my work.
A 29 year old, recently engaged electrician. Engaged by the pressed state of his collar and hemmed trousers and electrican by the callouses on his hands.
A professional killer judging by the masterful strokes and stabs that severed the major arteries. No defensive wounds, so he knew his killer.
The body carries the smell of Alyssum.
I look forward to pursuing this case.

-Sherlock