Sincerely Anderson
July 25, 2010
My wife went out-of-town yesterday, so I had our flat to myself. It was quite nice. Then, this morning, I woke up to the sound of knocking at my front door. It was Sgt. Sally Donovan! I was just about to ask her what she was doing at my flat when she pounced on me, and started snogging me. I was absolutely petrified. I had no idea what had come over her.
She stopped kissing me and ran to shut the door. Then she grabbed my hand and dragged me over to the couch. I was still too baffled to object. She got down on her knees, and started to speak, but I was in too much shock to comprehend what she was saying. I really needed a blanket. Then she pulled down my trousers and started doing things that aren't really appropriate to write about... But the weird thing was tha- that I... I actually sort of enjoyed it. Help! I'm a married man!
I suppose that's all for now for today...
Sincerely,
Anderson
same day
We had a press conference today about the four people who committed suicide. They're all slightly linked, because they all used the same pill. But how can suicides be connected?
During the conference, Sherlock hacked into a cell tower, sending a text message to everyone in the every room, stating WRONG! every time we said something. Detective Inspector Lestrade ignored it, and continued to say they were serial suicides.
All the bodies have been dead ends so far, except for this last one. The woman in pink. She scratched a word into the wooden floor before she died: rache, the German word for revenge. Everything was going fine at the crime scene, until Sherlock showed up. He refused, point-blank, to put on the anti-contamination suit. He could have contaminated the entire crime scene! God he's so annoying.
I mean, he just struts up to the crime scene with that army bloke, John Watson, and acts like he's running the scene. And then, while he's examining the victim, I make an attempt to give him a piece of information about the note, and he slammed the door in my face, as if I were an annoyance… I'm a bit sad now, but it's alright.
I suppose that's all for now
Sincerely,
Anderson