When her phone rang Sherlock answered. She paused before answering. "A roommate...? What's the name and why do they need a roommate, wait don't tell me... I'll figure it out... Bring him or her to Scotland Yard. I'll see what I can do.." She snapped her phone shut and walked towards the crime scene.<br/><br/>The police woman by the name of Sandra sighed as she saw Sherlock coming into the scene. "What are you doing here?" She said a bit angrily. Sherlock blew passed her, her heeled boots clicking against the cobblestone. She started to inspect the body. "I'm doing my job." "But you don't work for Scotland Yard..." Sherlock stopped and turned to her on her heels. "Without me you would never have known that this man did not commit suicide he was pushed from that window up there." She pointed upwards and to a shattered window. "How do you know that?" Sandra asked. "Isn't it obvious...? The way he landed gave it away... Oh I wonder what it's like to be not uneducated like you..." She mumbled under her breathe as she tightened her scarf and walked away from the crime scene. Sherlock hailed a taxi and was driven to Scotland Yard.