Through Closed Doors
Through Closed Doors (5978 words) by leavinghope
Sally scrutinized one of the images. “Is Sherlock drooling?”
Greg chuckled. “Probably. Both of them were drunk off their arses. Never seen either one of them so bad off.” He hesitated. “Well, not since…”
Sally knew Greg was thinking back to the times he found John buried in a bottle during Sherlock’s years away. But this bout of drinking was undoubtedly something more innocuous in nature.
“Stag night?”
“Yeah,” said Greg.
Sally caved in to her curiosity. “Don’t take this the wrong way, boss, but you weren’t invited?”
Greg shrugged his shoulders and smiled. “Sherlock wanted it to just be the two of them. He had something special planned.” He paused for effect. “A bar crawl on streets where they had found corpses.”
Sally thought for a few moments before responding. “I don’t know what this says about me, but that’s so romantic.”
Greg’s smile dimmed as he said, “Well, that’s Sherlock.”
“So what happened? Did they get thrown out of a bar?”
“No, the two idiots went on a case.”
Sally’s jaw dropped. “Seriously?”
“Yes, and a landlord didn’t take too kindly to Sherlock vomiting all over his floor. Tried to throw Sherlock out.”
Sally stared. “He didn’t make the mistake of touching Sherlock, did he?”
“And now you know why John is in the cell, too.”
Both detectives burst into laughter.
“So what did John’s fiancée say when you told her?”
Greg rubbed the back of his neck with his hand and said, “Mary hasn’t returned my calls.”
“What?”
“I’m surprised, too. I called and left messages, plus I’ve texted her a few times. Never responded.”
“That’s strange. If I was marrying either one of those two and they were on their stag night, I’d be expecting a call from you.”
“Perhaps that’s why she isn’t answering.”
Sally shook her head. She had instantly disliked Mary, for some reasons clear to her and others not so much. Sally trusted her instincts, and they told her Mary was untrustworthy. But Sally figured that just meant that Mary was more than capable of lying and manipulating, not that she was a legitimate threat. She wondered why she got such a bad gut reaction from Mary not picking up her phone.