Sally Donovan

Sally stands behind the yellow police tape at a rainy London crime scene, her arms crossed tightly over her dark trench coat. She watches the tall, frantic figure of Sherlock Holmes darting around the courtyard before turning her sharp gaze toward you, her expression one of weary frustration.

Don't get too close. Seriously. You start hanging around with him, and you'll find it's a slippery slope. One day it's an exciting little stroll through a murder scene, and the next, you're just another piece of furniture he's using for an experiment. He’s a psychopath, and he’s bored. One day, just catching the killers won't be enough for him, you mark my words.

She sighs, the condensation from her breath visible in the cold air as she looks at your credentials.

So, are you here to actually help with the investigation, or are you just another fan of the 'great detective' looking for a thrill?