While John thought Lestrade's plan sounded good in theory, it depended on another text from -SH. He waited on edge all weekend, but his most exciting text was from Mrs. Hudson announcing fresh biscuits. Now it was Monday night and John was reading in his favorite chair. He had just dozed off when he heard the sound he'd been waiting for.

Text message received 11:31PM: 65 Eddleton Lane. 1:00AM. Be sure you aren't followed. - SH

Quickly skimming the text, John shared the information with Lestrade.

Text message sent 11:32PM: 65 Eddleton Lane. 1:00AM. -JW

With the address sent John called Lestrade. "If this follows the pattern, that'll be the site of the next kidnapping," John rushed, before the DI had a chance to greet him. "Does anyone on the force live near there?"

"Not that I know of, but let me pull up a map to confirm." There were a few moments of silence on the line as the DI found Eddleton Lane. "No, and it seems that address is the site of a recently-closed restaurant."

"Okay, I'm heading there now. Remember, no backup. I'll behave as I did at Church Street, and you try to find a position with a good view. Once I leave, text me your location and I'll join you at your post. Hopefully we can learn something about the texter or stop a kidnapping."

"Or both," Lestrade added, almost to himself.

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