The Six Paintings||educatingholmes
Sherlock sat in his chair, knees brought up to his chest. It was fairly early in the afternoon & he hadn't been up very long. He'd been woken up, in fact, by a text from Lestrade, who he was now texting after having made a particularly strong cup of coffee.
What do you know about mental illness? -L
Not really my area. -SH
You might find this interesting. -L
What? -SH
A man who rips apart every copy of a certain painting he can find. -L
Painting of what? -SH
Just a field with a barn. -L
Interesting. -SH
Told you. -L
Where? -SH
Kennington Rd. -L
Very well. -SH
Thank you. -L
Sherlock pocketed his phone & dashed to his room to get dressed, leaving half a cup of coffee abandoned. When he reentered the living room it was then that Vincent walked in. "Good, Vincent, excellent timing! I've got a potential case from Lestrade, something you might find interesting. Coming?" Sherlock spoke excitedly as he pulled on his coat & scarf.
