So back to the plot. The new case is in link with the title of the story, so finally I come to it. So time for murder - well, almost. I just needed a last little interlude between the characters before delving in the case. Hope you enjoy. :)
The following day, Sherlock received a text from Lestrade.
Murder. Weird. Woman with the chest opened and ash on her.
A few second later, the DI sent the address and Sherlock made his way to take a cab all the while texting John.
New Cadaver. Maybe serial. Come.
A quick answer appeared on Sherlock's screen as he exited 221B Baker Street.
Not possible. With Mary. Maybe later.
Sherlock frowned at that. He was going to answer the text and demand John's presence but hesitated slightly. Maybe, he should let the army doctor stay with his wife. He was still hesitating when another text appeared on his screen. Mary.
Force him to go with you or I'll put a bullet in HIM. Not sure that I'll miss either.
Sherlock grinned at that. So Mary Watson was officially fed up with all the worrying and fussing of her husband. Molly had been right. Well, not surprising as the two young women were like peas in a pod since his shooting. Their friendship had cemented during the awkward phase when John and Mary weren't on speaking terms. Sherlock sometime wondered if they even had their own little adventures. If that was the case, he was pretty sure neither he nor John's would ever be privy to them. Anyway, time for an answer.
It's a new case. Gruesome. Maybe a SERIAL KILLER.
No answer. Sherlock gave the address to the taxi and decided to resort to unfair play.
I'll ask Mary. She's bored, isn't she?
With that, he knew that he would find his blogger at the crime scene. A disgruntled army doctor, he was sure but John would perk up at the case, Sherlock was certain. Of course, a few seconds later, as he was sitting in the taxi, he received a new text.
OK, I'll be there. Don't call Mary!