
To cut a long story short, I found myself at the police station, reading Van Coon’s diary. And that led me and Sherlock to a Chinese emporium on Shaftesbury Ave. It was a shop full of tat basically but we got what we wanted…the graffiti tags were numbers. Old Chinese numbers.
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