A careful study of the area surrounding 221B showed the ideal spot, a window with an unimpaired view into the residence of the ex-army doctor.
He was sure that Holmes would make an appearance tonight; he had watched, seen the signs. He would allow the reunion with the doctor, and then shatter the older man's world once more by putting a bullet into the head of Sherlock Holmes. The doctor wouldn't suffer for long though, as he would take great pleasure in removing him too, thus completing his revenge.
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Moran was patient, Sherlock had to acknowledge that fact, and the man was waiting until he and John were together before making his move. It had been necessary to give the impression that he was convinced that finally it was safe for him to return home.
Quite deliberately he had drawn the sniper's attention to the empty house, and his homeless network had kept watch. Tonight would be the night.
xXx
The back entrance of 218 Baker Street was accessed through a dark alley, and John was aware this could be a trap, but there was something about that message that drove him on.
As he stepped cautiously through the overgrown garden he was grabbed from behind, and a voice whispered in his ear. John's eyes widened as he recognised that hushed baritone.