Like I said, very short chapter, but the compensation is that I've put up two of them. Ain't that great? It's more about the scene change really. It just makes more sense. Thank you for everyone following this little story of mine. I'm glad you're enjoying it as much as I am. Special hi to Kevin. Wink wink.
Of course, Sherlock had been right. The police had apprehended a few dealers and picked up £ 20,000 worth of cocaine. Considerable, but no where close to the real thing.
John had seen how Sherlock had looked at the cocaine packages with envy, but turned away rapidly. Was that what Sherlock was hiding? Back to drugs? But John would have detected it. Sherlock knew that too and probably would not risk it. Then again, when you're an addict, not much can stop you.
He had noticed that Sherlock always wore long sleeves. Up to now, he had supposed it was to hide the nicotine patches. Not so sure anymore. If Sherlock had succumbed to temptation, he needed to be around to help him out. Sherlock had enough addictions as it was. No need to be back to drug as well. I better keep an eye on you.
"John!" called Sherlock before crossing the threshold of the living room buttoning his sleeve. Long sleeves again.
"Yeah." uttered John not moving from the comfortable armchair.
"I'm going to meet with one of my informant. You fancy opera?"
"You like opera?" John asked surprised.
"Not really, but there's a different crowd. It makes things more interesting for observation."
And you like opera… Ha! You are sooo gay, Sherlock. But opera, really? That's too cliché, even for you!
"Sure why not?"