Sherlock's brow furrowed, his eyes full of what almost looks like the confusion of a child. Of course he'd just found it. The point was simply to prove he didn't miss what everyone else did, wasn't it? He remembered quickly enough that this wasn't one of his usual audience members at a crime scene; Mitch had a stake in the case, however tangential. Even if he didn't believe in Sherlock's abilities, he still wanted the same outcome. So he snapped back to normal, and waved off the suggestion about money being a motive.
"Doubtful. She clearly hadn't been caught yet, or those would have been reclaimed by now, either officially or by a blackmailer." Sherlock gestured towards the checks. "I imagine they're made out for traffic fees, small claims, maybe. Who would suspect an ADA of nicking a fifty from traffic court here and there? No, she was clever about it. Naturally, then, whoever killed her must be even more clever."
He sounded enthralled by the prospect. The mayor may have been the type to avoid these scenes with morbid associations and reminders of mortality, but Sherlock thrived on them.
"A crime scene like hers cries out for a captivated public. The murderer wanted to make an impression. Might not have even known her personally. If someone wanted revenge for a few thousand dollars, which seems unlikely with the incomes around here, they certainly wouldn't have left a spectacle out in the open." He closed the globe and strode over to the window, looking out at the busy street below. "I've been over the security tapes. No one unexpected came to see her in the week leading up to her death. The killer probably never even came within five blocks of here."
He didn't say it aloud, but Dunbar's murder had all the earmarks of a serial killing. The police suspected her ex-husband, but crimes of passion rarely had such setup and concluded with regret, not leaving corpses symbolically strewn around. He'd been keeping an eye on police reports, and wanted to put out a few sniffers on the streets. If there weren't more victims already, there would be soon enough. Unfortunate as that seemed, more victims meant more evidence, and more opportunities to seize on the killer's mistakes.
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"Doubtful. She clearly hadn't been caught yet, or those would have been reclaimed by now, either officially or by a blackmailer." Sherlock gestured towards the checks. "I imagine they're made out for traffic fees, small claims, maybe. Who would suspect an ADA of nicking a fifty from traffic court here and there? No, she was clever about it. Naturally, then, whoever killed her must be even more clever."
He sounded enthralled by the prospect. The mayor may have been the type to avoid these scenes with morbid associations and reminders of mortality, but Sherlock thrived on them.
"A crime scene like hers cries out for a captivated public. The murderer wanted to make an impression. Might not have even known her personally. If someone wanted revenge for a few thousand dollars, which seems unlikely with the incomes around here, they certainly wouldn't have left a spectacle out in the open." He closed the globe and strode over to the window, looking out at the busy street below. "I've been over the security tapes. No one unexpected came to see her in the week leading up to her death. The killer probably never even came within five blocks of here."
He didn't say it aloud, but Dunbar's murder had all the earmarks of a serial killing. The police suspected her ex-husband, but crimes of passion rarely had such setup and concluded with regret, not leaving corpses symbolically strewn around. He'd been keeping an eye on police reports, and wanted to put out a few sniffers on the streets. If there weren't more victims already, there would be soon enough. Unfortunate as that seemed, more victims meant more evidence, and more opportunities to seize on the killer's mistakes.