She's a damn good shot. [That's not a deduction so much as an observation.] She managed to hit a swerving car twice when we were pulling away from her. [This isn't actually relevant, but he has to share it because it's cool and he still feels a little like a secret agent.]

I had Jake lay his chair back to deal with the wound, then told him to hit the accelerator while I put us in gear and drove backward out onto Oxford street. It was like something out of James Bond. [John clears his throat.] They, uh... made me go to hospital after that and knocked me out for a day.

I had Molly pick me up after I... left. [Escaped.] We figured we'd go to Blink and Ink... Ink and... whatever the place is called. Molly and I managed to convince one of the managers we were from Scotland Yard and got the address where you were at, along with another description of the Alphabet Woman from an employee who worked with her. She said the woman paid in cash for the cards.