Mycroft arched an eyebrow up at him, before stating simply, "It does not have to be nice. It merely has to be necessary, to catch this girl's killer. Sometimes we must make the difficult choices to do what is right."

And most of the time, the truth suffered, but justice did prevail. In that, Mycroft took comfort. He eyed the girl, her position of her body, her clothes, then frowned a little. "Just how tall are our two suspects? And was there anyone else in the house? Or anyone else expected?"

He pushed himself up, and up, his tall frame moving absolutely upright as he looked around with a keener gaze. "And, please indulge me a vulgar question - both young men claimed to have had sexual relations with her, recently?"