'Do you have a case concerning a serial killer collecting human bones?' Kirk Lamont, friend and
owner of a big motor repair shop asked Sherlock. Sherlock is a private investigator. The serial
killer has five victims so far.
'Not my case but I'm following it.'
'You better give me a visit. I might have a jackpot for you.'
The car at Lamont Motor Service was a months-old computerized black Mercedes. The electronic
circuit of all computerized vehicles are complicated. It can suddenly lock all doors or freeze the
whole vehicle if mishandled. So Lamont checks it before leaving them to his repairmen.
'I was checking its wiring and I unwittingly opened the glove box. I found this inside.' Lamont
showed Sherlock a pouch. 'See what's inside.'
Sherlock saw a human finger bone.
'I keep all personal things I find inside all vehicles we accept. You just can't be sure if a mechanic
might be tempted to keep one.'
'Wise,' Sherlock said. 'And I think it's a jackpot indeed. Who is the owner of the car?'
'Does Matt Morris ring a bell?'
'Right. The question is, should I report this to the police? Will I get in trouble if I lend you the pouch
'No. The police won't know you possessed it if you don't tell them. Keep it for now and let me be
sure if it's useless for me. I'll let you know tomorrow.'
'Thanks buddy. Let's hope I will owe one big for this.'