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Sherlock glanced at the short text from Lestrade as he lounged on the couch in 221B.

Double murder at Newcastle Hotel. Married couple from America on business. Please come. -GL

Smiling, he strode over to John eating breakfast and writing up the events of the previous evening in his blog. Closing the laptop while John took a sip from his coffee, Sherlock held his phone out to John. John spluttered, burning his tongue. He muttered, "What the hell…" before his eyes focused on the text. John glared up at Sherlock. "That wasn't necessary!"

"A double murder, John. And since when does Lestrade say "please"? Something's afoot. Get dressed."

As John changed, Sherlock's phone buzzed for a second time. Lestrade again.

"Make that a triple murder."