Thorough If Nothing Else
Sherlock paced frantically across the living room, "Bored?" John asked despite already knowing the answer. Sherlock grunted.
"I need a nice murder, a clever serial killer, errrgh," he dropped down into his chair with his foot tapping quickly on the floor. Sherlock finally noticed the paper in John's in hand, "What's that?"
"Mrs Hudson's electricity bill, she's being overcharged. I said I'd sort it for her," John answered.
"Dull."
John set down the phone bill. It was no use phoning the supplier now not when Sherlock was in one of those moods. "So you need a murder?" John humoured his friend. "Why not ask your new friend?" John nodded towards Sherlock's phone on the table. Sherlock was well aware that his friend was mocking him. He snatched up the phone determined to shut John up.
"Where could I hide a dead body?" he spoke to the phones 'intelligent personal assistant'.
What sort of place are you looking for?
Funeral Services
Cremation Services
Dumps
Mortuaries
Reservoirs
Swamps
Mines
Metal Foundries
"It's thorough if nothing else," John laughed not expecting the answer.
Sherlock quirked an eyebrow. He tapped his finger on the microphone button, "There aren't any swamps in London."
I don't see any swamps. Sorry about that.
"Arguing with the phone," John shook his head and got to his feet, "I'll check the blog to get you something, anything." The ex-army doctor went to retrieve his laptop that was hidden in his room away from Sherlock who would know exactly where to find it.
"You argue with chip and pin machines!" Sherlock shouted after his friend
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