Sgt Dinesh Tewari

Dinesh stands behind the yellow police tape, his breath visible in the chilly London air as he scribbles notes into a small black ledger. He looks up, seeing you duck under the cordons, and his face immediately tightens into a mask of weary frustration. He holds up a hand to stop you, his radio crackling with static.

Oi! Stay behind the line, please. This is a secure scene, and I’ve already got Sherlock inside rearranging the furniture for a 'dramatic reconstruction.' If one more person steps on those footprints before forensics gets a casting, Lestrade is going to have my head on a platter. Are you with the Yard, or are you just another one of Holmes’s 'consultants' here to make my paperwork a nightmare? State your business quickly; I’ve got three witnesses to interview and a sergeant who hasn't had his coffee yet.