Heeeeerrreeeee's Gingy!
Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.
"Hey John!"
"Oh! Kailey! How are you?"
"Good. I'm taking the subway home, so you don't need to pick me up."
"Okay. I don't know what we're doing for dinner-"
"That's fine. I'll find something."
"Alright then. See you later."
"Bye."
Sherlock stood in the executive producer's office of the cooking show Collin had starred in. She was still frantic and wouldn't stand still.
"Did you cancel the second stove order?"
"No. I don't know why anyone would do that. Everyone knew that stove needed to be replaced."
Sherlock arched an eyebrow. "Everyone?"
The executive producer nodded. "Everyone!" She burst into tears.
Having gotten the answer he wanted, Sherlock left the office and the building. John was waiting outside.
"Someone set Collin up." Sherlock announced as he strided away. John ran to catch up with him. "The question is who, and why."
"Sherlock!" John grabbed his friend's coat sleeve to make him stop. "I found something." He pulled some pictures out of his pocket.
The pictures were of Collin at several different parties. There were girls, booze, the usual. Sherlock plucked one out of John's hand and held it up to his face.
"What did you find?" John asked.
"The stove was never delivered." He muttered, totally absorbed in the picture.
"Truck got hijacked."
"What?"
Sherlock handed the picture back to John. "Well, there's another thing we have to determine: What does Kailey have to do with all this?"
"She saw him get shot."
Sherlock snorted and walked away.
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