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Serial killers, always hard... You have to wait for them to make a mistake.

We can't just wait!

Oh, we're done waiting.

In Afghanistan. There was an actual wound.

Oh. Yeah. Shoulder.

Shoulder! I thought so.

No, you didn't.

The left one.

Lucky guess.

I never guess.

You don't seem very afraid.

You don't seem very frightening.

I know a real gun when I see one.

None of the others did.

Think! Who do we trust, even though we don't know them? Who passes unnoticed wherever they go? Who hunts in the middle of a crowd?

That's him. Don't stare.

You're staring.

We can't both stare.

I need to get some air. We're going out tonight.

Actually, I've got a date.

What?

It's where two people who like each other go out and have fun?

That's what I was suggesting.

No, it wasn't. At least I hope not.

Where are we headed?

I need to ask some advice.

What? Sorry?

You heard me perfectly. I'm not saying it again.

Don't worry. Next date won't be like this.

Sergeant, we haven't met.

Yeah, I know who you are and I would prefer it if you didn't tamper with any of the evidence.

We're obviously looking at a suicide. It does seem the only explanation of all the facts.

Wrong, it's one possible explanation of some of the facts. You've got a solution that you like, but you are choosing to ignore anything you see that doesn't comply with it.

But if his door was locked from the inside, how did the killer get in?

Good, you're finally asking the right questions.

There are lives at stake, Sherlock. Actual human lives! Just so I know, do you care about that at all?

Will caring about them help save them?

Nope.

Then I'll continue not to make that mistake.

And you find that easy, do you?

Yes. Very. Is that news to you?

No. No.

I've disappointed you.

That's good... that's a good deduction, yeah.

If you don't stop prying... I'll burn you. I will burn the heart out of you.

I have been reliably informed that I don't have one.

But we both know that's not quite true.

Any ideas?

Seven, so far.