John's phone beeped. Twice. The first one was a message from Sherlock, which arrived far earlier than John had anticipated. Come to flat. Need you to test something. Bring Lestrade's notes. -S The other was from Lestrade, and was slightly more worrying, although it helped to explain Sherlock's text. Tell Sherlock we can't find Martin's notes on his last case. I have the case brief for him at station though. Pick up only. Is case still on or will Anderson go to prison? Sherlock not replying
John quickly replied, telling Lestrade that he would be there shortly and that Sherlock was definitely still working on the case. To Sherlock, he didn't bother to reply, knowing that the consulting detective would expect him to be there soon, and wouldn't bother to check his phone.
The brief of Martin's case was as straightforward as Lestrade had said. A woman had been killed, and her husband had been found with her blood under his fingernails. The gun that was used to kill her had the husband's fingerprints on it. It was like a television case, it was so simple. There was just one odd thing, and that was a small blood splatter on the wall, which didn't match either the dead woman or her husband.
John walked up the stairs of 221B Baker Street, yelling out to Sherlock as he went.
'The brief for Martin's last case are here, but Lestrade can't find Martin's notes anywhere. By the way, do you realise, that since Martin had been found at 7.30 and had been dead for 4 hours, he was killed at 3.30 in the morning. Surely that narrows down who the murderer could have been.'
'Of course I know what time Martin was killed!' Sherlock yelled back with a roll of his eyes, 'and as for those notes, I'm not surprised at all. That's what Martin was working on when he was killed, and what the murderer took with him. Except of course, for the sheet you found under the desk. Now get up here! And how heavy are you?'