Jun 20, 2013
Sherlock was laying on the couch, thinking. He and John were investigating a crime, involving a number of people going missing and their corpses showing up a few days later. Whoever was doing this was good at not leaving any traces. He sighed out loud. There must've been something that he missed. As he was considering going back to the latest crime scene, a dead thirty-something-year old man, his phone beeped. He glanced at it. It was a text, from an anonymous number. ‘159 King’s Road, 2pm. In need of assistance. x’ Was all it said. He cocked an eyebrow, and slowly rose from the couch, walked out the door, ignoring Mrs. Hudson asking him where he was going, and called a cab.
