"Come on John!"
The old man had barely finished speaking when Sherlock grabbed John's arm and dragged him towards the museum exit.
"Hang on!" Lestrade called, hurrying after them. "What about the body? Can we move it yet?"
"What?" Distracted, Sherlock paused. "Yes of course you can, I'm finished with it. Just find out who he is."
Lestrade gaped.
John, seemingly by accident kicked Sherlock's ankle as he followed closely behind him.
"Sorry." He muttered when the taller man yelped in pain, but before he disappeared John glanced back over his shoulder at Lestrade and winked.
The officer choked back a laugh.
"Did he just….?" Sally asked, frowning.
"He did." Waving his forensics team forward he added "See what you can do about an ID would you? I'd better get after them before they cause an International incident."
Sally watched him trot off, shaking her head in disbelief.
xXx
The sound of movement amongst the trees and shrubs outside the building guided Lestrade's steps.
"Er…. Sherlock…." John's disembodied voice came from a clump of Rhododendrons that edged the footpath. Both Sherlock and Lestrade headed towards him.
"Careful where you step." John cautioned. He moved a few branches aside and pointed.
In the soft earth were more strange looking footprints, an open sewer cover, and an empty transfusion bag hanging on the bush.