Sherlock Holmes is now on a pointless chase. I decided my work was done.
I sat in an armchair and just looked out the window at all the people walking around.
I decided I was just going to sit out for a while and watch. After all, I had already killed enough people on Cooper Street. Enough to be considered a serial killer, and I'm not. Killing those people, would only push Sherlock more to catch me.
I smiled. And for once in a long while, I was content.