Sherlock inspected everything thoroughly. Even the body, she did notice the window and that it had been strange that there was a perfect position for a sniper to set up if things went wrong, but clearly they didn't for the murderer. She had checked the body multiple times and found absolutely no sign of a bullet wound, only scratches, cuts, and broken bones from the fall. She flipped open her phone and saw that no new messages had come in from the lab about the hair sample. Sherlock angrily flipped it shut and stuffed it into her pocket and walked down the stairs and outside where she saw Sophia. She walked to her and spoke as she did so. "Clearly this wasn't as I thought it was. I found this note." She said as she pulled the note out of her pocket. "In an underfloor altar of God, saying 'The anti-Christ has risen, your God is dead' on it. Obviously this is a doing of an occult group that has been trying to take down priests and decibels of God. Rapidly mind you, possibly on orders from their anti-christ. If James calls me about the hair soon and says who it is I will be able to track down where he or she is at this very moment. If we can find the cult quickly and quietly we can close this case so I can move onto my next case." Sherlock said rapidly as she spoke. She barely stopped to take a breathe again. James was right, Sherlock was a strange character, but she was a genius.