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And why did they need a pepper spray? Wolfie took a whiff of the contents, but didn’t feel like snacking on any of it. They both settled onto the grimy floor and tuned in to their surroundings. All seemed quiet, but Leila didn’t want to overstay her welcome. She inspected the watch - an elaborate monogram GSW etched into its 18K gold casing with a warm hue and hints of red. The dial was plain white with no brand name to speak of. Leila couldn’t help but wonder if this watch was hot merchandise by any chance. Perhaps even the pepper spray belonged to some lowlife thug who couldn’t afford a proper firearm. But that was absurd - proper murderers don’t bother with trinkets like this. And besides

"Even to the point of endangering Inna." In only a few seconds, the sheriff had moved from warm to cold. From exuding kind vibes to exuding sinister ones. "And who may you be talking about?" Sherlock's eyes dallied between them. "Tarik Wolf." Something spiked inside Clea. "His surname is Wolf." "Yes," he eyed her, "and it isn't Wolf for no reason."