Hey y'all, I'm back. See, I told you I would update!
I know this is short, and probably won't hold you over until next week. But, I'm keeping my plan, soooooo that gives you something to look forward to.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock.
"No one has been back to claim the deposit box," the attendant was saying. "The last visit was about two years ago."
The man led them down the corridor lined with flat, silver boxes marked with a number and a key hole. Sherlock seemed impatient.
"Do you know what's in the box?" John asked.
"No sir, I do not. Ah! Here it is!" The attendant indicated a box at about eye level. The number was 1915.
Sherlock stood there and waited for the man to leave. John gave a curt nod. "Right. Thank you."
The attendant gave a tight-lipped smile. "I'll be at my desk if you need anything. " He brushed past them to leave.
As soon as he left, Sherlock attacked the wall. He jammed the key into the lack and twisted it until there was a click. He yanked the box out of its slot.
In it was a single sheet of paper. It looked like a contract.
Sherlock picked it up and read one of the signatures out loud. "Clearance O'Malley. . ."
"Kailey said her dad worked for him," said John.
They both took off again, leaving the safe deposit box and the key behind.
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