"You may not know me but I know you, I know all about you." Said the voice playing on the cellphone's voicemail. Mild screeching cut through the words as the voice cut back in. "Mister (static) -lock - (static) Holmes. How's John? -(static) mustache is a nice look for- (static) It's 11:4- (static) you have 24 hours-(static)- Dr. Watson and I need to go now. -(static) say goodbye Sherlock." The voicemail ended. The call had automatically gone to voicemail. Sherlock grabbed his coat and scarf from the sofa and leapt toward the door, leaving the apartment in what looked like a bomb had gone off in.
