Sherlock gave John an annoyed look. "I'm fine, John... This case is annoying and she's brilliant. She's figured out the killer is a North Korean Assassin, and so far we're trying to see if there's any hidden government secrete going around that could of made the Vomit Victim a target." He went back to looking at the papers in his hand. "Sherlock, they're called secretes for a reason," John mumbled. Sherlock looked up, the annoyed still on his face. "Yes, I know, and I have a brother how is practically the government. I can easily snoop around, how do you think I'm so knowledgeable on the government?"
Sherlock huffed, putting the papers he was reading down. John frowned at him, knowing his friend probably had a long frustrating day. He knew Sherlock didn't like being outwitted, and that cases like this really got his temper going. He stopped with the questions, moving into the kitchen. "Is that all you've been able to figure out?" John called back to the pair. "The victim had a lover... A male lover... We think he was being threatened. Someone wanted him to stop snooping around, and if he didn't they'd spread the pictures... Obviously someone else had a different idea to deal with his curiosity."
Sherlock held up some printed pictures. It was of their victim kissing another man, his hands wrapped around the other mans waist. Both held themselves like they were calm and happy. Both had no idea they were being watched. "Where'd you get those?" John asked, eyebrow raised. "The victims belongings... It was hidden in his desk, like he was ashamed," Sherlock responded, looking down at the pictures he was holding. "Wasn't he married, though? The police interrogated the wife..." John frowned.
Sherlock looked back at Isabelle. "She was lying," he turned back to John, "We found the separation papers also hidden. She seemed to have found out... But don't bother interrogating her again, she's not the killer nor did she hire the killer. Her alibi checks out, and there's no evidence of her searching for a killer." John nodded, a slight frown on his face. "This man having a gay lover didn't kill him, did it?" John looked to Isabelle. "Of course not! We just said he died because he was snooping around... Being gay never killed anyone in a political party."