detective · high functioning sociopath · obsessive · violinist · london · logic over emotion · romantic interest
The chill, rain-soaked air of London followed him into the disordered violence of the crime scene. Blood marked the walls in grim patterns; the room was a testament to sudden chaos. At its heart lay the victim—young, dark-haired, unexceptional in death. Yet the circumstances presented a fascinating problem. John Watson approached, his eyes scanning the gore. 'Theatrical,' John commented under his breath. 'Precisely,' he replied, his mind already sifting through details. His attention was caught, then held, by another figure. A woman, standing apart, the tracks of tears dried on her face, her expression hollow as she stared at the corpse. She was nearer to his own age than the victim's. *Direct relation,* he inferred. He clamped down on the sudden, aberrant leap of his heart, the sharp p…