Sherlock smiled as she looked to her companion and back to Daniels. He had a shocked expression on his face and looked to Anderson, who just stood in awe as well. He gave a sigh and nodded. "Fine. I give you permission to access the morgue. But! If you destroy anything..." Sherlock cut him off. "Oh please, I'm not some kind of animal." She gave a soft snicker and turned away from the scene. The medics had covered the body finally and brought it into the ambulance on a gurney, they planned to bring it to the morgue for Sherlock to inspect.<br/><br/>A few minutes passed and they had arrived at the morgue, the bodies were all laid out in wait for her. Sherlock took off her trench coat and put it on a nearby table, wanting to get right to work. The bodies were all lined up in a row on their tables, just waiting to be examined. Sherlock paced for a moment before looking closer. On every victims neck, there was a small puncture wound. "It's not small enough to be a bite from a bug, and it's not big enough to be a stab wound...." She said to herself as she looked at each victims neck. Then it all clicked in her head. "These victims did not commit suicide, someone was waiting for them and blew a poisonous dart into their neck, making them fall out their windows. Either that or he threw them out. After they fell to their death, he took the dart and left the scene..." Sherlock said as she paced once again, her hands to her mouth as usual. "These people were all men and women of business, you can tell by the calluses on their feet and how the wrists reflect inflammation, which means they all had office jobs, but where?" She said to herself as she continued to pace.<br/><br/>Sent from my LG-H900 using Tapatalk