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Sherlock looked at the young adult with a look of almost pity. As someone this young could be of any use to him aside from relaying what he knew of where the suspect he had been pursuing had ran off to. “I highly doubt that. I am not the sort of person who needs the help of bypassers when it comes to what I do. Still, if you are so sure you can be useful then I will put you to the test.” At the mention of there being multiple men who fitted the description he had given him, Sherlock scowled. “Of course there are. I bet he was something to do with this. He must have anticipated I would be inclined to hide in the shadows and stalk his movements so he enlisted the help of some associates to throw me off the scent. Ugh, how could I have overseen this?” he grumbled to himself quietly.

Returning his attention to the stranger, Sherlock refocused on the matter at hand. He has a tribal design similar to those seen in the Maori tribes of New Zealand that stretched from his eye down to his cheekbone. Does that sound familiar?”

Hakuba sighed and did all that he could to resist rolling his eyes. Even though Holmes was his absolute idol, he’d heard that he could be abrasive and, well, the proof was in the pudding. 

“I simply meant that I could better answer your question. And yes, that description narrows it down to two…” He glanced down at his book, lips pursing a moment. “The first at 17:43:02:12, headed Southerly.” Hakuba gestured with the book, brows knit. “Dark brown, near black ink. The second at 17:54:11:03, moving in the same direction. Red ink.”

He then nodded to a building at the corner. “The security camera across the way takes photographs of this area with a latency of approximately once every 20 seconds, as well. The feed is reviewed and not kept more than 24 hours, but they ought to be of help if you’d like visual confirmation.”