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Molly was released after a short hospital stay. Lestrade suggested that she take a few days off of work, but a bus accident meant that she was needed so she went in.
Lestrade had come to the bar minutes after she had been abducted and found the bag of evidence that she had left behind. He had raised the alert immediately. Michael Shay was known by another name than Weasel Bean. He was also the Black Rose Killer. A psychopath who skinned his victims alive and then left them with a black rose in their teeth. Lestrade worked on the case two years ago before he had suddenly vanished. That must have been when Moriarty found him. He was the kind of person to sponsor psychos.
Michael was dead. The poison had paralyzed his lungs suffocating him. Molly felt a pang of pity. He must have been struggling to breathe even as she struggled to reach the lift button. Neither of them had succeeded then.
After the last of the bodies were put away, Molly sat at her desk. The cold walls of the morgue felt comforting and familiar. "Why is it that I'm only attractive to psychopaths?" Molly lamented, "I suppose I should get used to being alone, because this is the only place where I feel that I belong."