Abruptly, Virginia remembers last night's meeting with Jason Connolly. She hadn't forgotten about it exactly - the conversation had gotten odd at points, and while she'd hardly expected that either of them would be one hundred percent open with the other immediately, certain points have taken on an ominous cast in the light of today's events - but it hasn't been at the forefront of her mind.

The subject of Tony was one on which he hadn't held back, hadn't been able to hold back, and that they had talked about. Ways to work together to gather evidence, to put together an airtight case, because god knows it would have to be flawless to have even a chance of holding up against a man with Obadiah's power.

Now she wonders, again, just what he hadn't been saying.

He was on duty last night at Obadiah's apartment. The security tapes for the night are missing.

Considering the condition Obadiah was in, she should probably find those two facts more alarming than she does.

(She's too tired to keep much of it from ghosting across her face, sadness and resignation and suspicion. Too preoccupied to wonder why Sherlock is making such a remark so openly.)

She nods. "I'm going to be on duty for a while longer, if you two need anything. Just call Obadiah's office."