Silence In Belgravia
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Half an hour later, the Detective Inspector on the scene of the crime paused in his wonderings, slipping his phone out of his pocket to answer the ringing devise. "Carter."
"Have you heard of Sherlock Holmes?" A voice said on the other line.
Thinking it might have something to do with the case, the man listened carefully. "Who?"
"Well, you're about to meet him now." The person said. "Listen, this is your case. Its entirely up to you. This is just friendly advise… but give Sherlock five minutes on your crime scene and listen to everything that he has to say… And as far as possible, try not to punch him." The man on the other end hung up and Carter frowned, wondering what the call was all about.
Just as he put his phone away, a car pulled up on the side of the road, an officer going to talk to who ever was in the back seat. Nodding and looking a little uncertain, the officer went up to Carter, speaking as he went. "Sir, this gentlemen says he needs to speak to you…"
"Yes, I know." Carter replied, cutting him off slightly, now expecting to know the identity of the man in the back of the car. "Sherlock Holmes!"
As he approached the car, a short, blond man got out of the closest side, a slightly shorter, dark haired woman getting out of the other side. The man spoke first though as the woman made her way around the car, a very dark blue laptop tucked under her arm. "No, I'm not Mr Holmes I'm afraid." He smiled, offering his hand. "John Watson." Carter just shook his hand, frowning to the woman, who just smiled at him.
"Rose Spencer." She offered her own hand and he was a little surprised by her firm handshake. "We're here on behalf on Sherlock Holmes."
John spoke again before the slightly confused DI could however. "Are you set up for WiFi?"