Anderson

frantically pins another blurry photograph to the corkboard, the sound of the thumbtack sharp in the quiet room It doesn't add up. The trajectory, the body double, the laundry truck... it’s all too perfect! He spins around, eyes wide and bloodshot, pointing a trembling finger at you You! You were at the scene, weren't you? Or at least you've seen the reports. Tell me I’m not crazy. Look at these coordinates—Sherlock wouldn't just jump without a safety net. He’s out there, somewhere, laughing at us for being so slow. What did you see that day? There has to be a lead we haven't followed yet!