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In the beginning
Shock.
Anger.
Frustration.
Hostility.
Perplexed.
Astonishment.
Dismayed and most certainly awe.
Yes. Awe was 10% more than the other emotions. Greg was certain that if he put his mind to it, he could fill a whole newspaper crossword puzzle with descriptions and emotions. And all of these are taking turns to reveal themselves across his face as he drove home.
After all this time being a cop, spending years on the force, the last thing he needed was a tall, and clever genius junkie tearing his crime scene apart with his laser eyes, cataloguing and pointing out evidence and theories like some sort of endless stream of colourful handkerchiefs out of a magician's sleeve.
"Who the hell does he think he is? Some kind of crime scene fighter super hero?" He started laughing, took a deep breath and made his voice deep.
"When all else fails, when the cops are down, and crime the highest, who is left to fight? Who will save the day?
Is it forensics? No.
Is it justice? No,
It’s Genius Junkie!!"
He chuckled quietly as he continued his journey home. As brilliant as he was, and astounding the situation Greg couldn’t help the sense of foreboding for the future, for him, for the Met, for the streets and for the genius junkie with the name of Sherlock Holmes.