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logan_echolls) wrote2021-09-11 09:04 am
logan_echolls) wrote2021-09-11 09:04 am
Mycroft
The complaint was about a smell, a rare thing on the London, given its amazing air filtration system. He might have ignored it, but one complaint turned to two, and soon enough three. Again, he nearly ignored it, after all it was the Ambassador's wing, and god knew they could be fussy- But safety first and all that.
He'd been expecting bad cooking, or maybe some exotic plant or bug. Not the stench of death and a fresh corpse.
Investigations like this were delicate, and so Logan kept his team small for this one. Himself, Jack, and a couple of his top guys. More importantly though, he knew he needed to pull Mycroft in on this.
Standing outside the man's quarters, he hit the buzzer.
He'd been expecting bad cooking, or maybe some exotic plant or bug. Not the stench of death and a fresh corpse.
Investigations like this were delicate, and so Logan kept his team small for this one. Himself, Jack, and a couple of his top guys. More importantly though, he knew he needed to pull Mycroft in on this.
Standing outside the man's quarters, he hit the buzzer.
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"Unfortunately, I have a list," Mycroft replied. "No one outside of the ambassadors, though. So, I'm afraid someone got their hands dirty."
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Logan sighed, pushing his hair back with one hand and nodding.
"Right. ... Shit," he said, looking around the room.
"Okay, so- We definitely need to narrow that list down. I can't haul in a bunch of ambassadors for questioning."
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"It's quite a vicious scene..." Mycroft remarked. "They could have smothered him in his sleep, but they chose confrontation. So they must have been confident..." he said, mentally narrowing the list. "What else does this crime scene tell you?"
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"You said the knife is from the woodshop. I already knew it wasn't from here- Guy only had one set of knives, high end, in the drawer over there. None of them looked touched. So it was planned, not impulsive. The killer had intent. ...I mean, let's be honest, scenes like this have one of two causes. Sex or money. Except I looked at his accounts, he was no better off than most of the other ambassadors, and as far as I can tell he wasn't seeing anyone, at least not publicly."
He sighed then, realizing they were going to need outside help.
"There are two people we could reach out to, but I'd rather only speak to one or the other. There's Goodfellow, the puck. He runs an escort service, he'd know if the guy had hired anyone lately- Or there's Dorian Grey, who doesn't run anything except his mouth- But he does tend to know things. Who'd you rather we reached out to?"