Ch 4
Third POV
John sighed, as he sat back, watched Donovan on one side of the street. On the other side, out of her line of sight was Lestrade. Watson glanced down at his watch, sighing again. Every Time the killer had struck, it had been midnight. Not a seconds earlier, not a second later. Except tonight apparently. Watson ran a hand over his face, groaning silently. Before he had a chance to check his watch yet again, there was the sound of a fight on Lestrade's side. John took one glance at Donovan and they both took off towards Lestrade. When they arrived, they found a man, hands cuffed behind his back. He looked like some type of homeless beggar, but when interrogated, he confessed immediately to all the attacks.
That's short. Yeah. I'm ending it soon unless someone wants to give me an idea.
