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The car drove them home, and Dorothy went straight to her room. Beatrice didn’t want to disturb her. She would wait until Dorothy woke up to talk. She wondered what Bianca said about Stefan that made her cry like that. Holmes Residence Sherlock paced worriedly in the room. Earlier, he had gotten into a light argument with Clarissa, and while they were talking—she fainted. Now she was being examined by the doctor. The room door opened, and the doctor stepped out with a calm look on his face. “How is she, doctor?” Sherlock asked, visibly worried.

aura surrounding him which made me roll my eyes. "Why are you here?" I asked him when he didn't say anything for a while and just stood there staring at me. "You've been crying..." He said softly and I rolled my eyes again. "No shit Sherlock, I'm about to be killed. Should I dance instead? Have a whole party? Play some beer pong?" I said snidely. "I am here to ask you something" he continued totally ignoring my comeback. I tilted my head to the left, bored. "We do not make it a habit of sacrificing people to the moon b-" he started but I interrupted him just to push his buttons.

Not after the night Sophia found me here barely conscious, surrounded by empty bottles and heartbreak that had nearly killed me. Not after realizing I had almost thrown my life away trying to numb the pain someone else left behind. The someone sitting right in front of me now. I swallowed. Then shrugged. “No alcohol.” Alex stared at me a second longer before taking a bite of the schnitzel. “Well shit, Sherlock,” she muttered around the food. “How the hell am I supposed to say this without alcohol?” I wasn’t sure if she was joking. Or deflecting. So I simply shrugged again. “Some things are better said sober.”

I asked, easy in the knowledge other people were wondering the same. “Well, here, S says, ‘I will open at the closed,’ which is a play on the line from Harry Potter, ‘I will open at the close,’ but what sort of play on words? It might just be a misquote. And over here, S talks about how tedious it is to wait for an Uber, but they don’t make any sort of point with it. It’s just tedious.” “Sounds like he was trying to fit in with other posters,” Wilson said, and I noticed she was wearing one of her many power suits, black with little gray touches, and a large floral broach on her lapel. “But S hasn’t been doing a good job.”

K: Why do you know? S: Because I’m your friend. K: Can I ask? S: You can ask me anything, and I will answer you when I know the answer. K: When I say that, I’m scared. Does that make me a weakling? After a brief period, Sherlock remained silent. Thinking about indulging in a relaxing soak, she considered taking a bath before proceeding with her other activities. Sherlock was often occupied with various matters. She is aware that he will reply to her message later.

Norma furrowed her brows and looked at me as if I had just turned into a unicorn right in front of her very eyes. "You know the boys who helped Sherlock solve the case?" Looking at their blank confused faces, I gave up. Maybe I should stop teasing Mey about Harry Potter before she could start teasing me back about Sherlock Holmes. "Never mind, I should lay low on my Sherlock jokes." Norma stifled a laugh. “Girl, I know Backstreet Boys, but I have no idea what the hell you just said.” She shifted her gaze to Jess and asked, “Jess, what is it?” Jess showed the text to Norma and Mey.

“I-I don’t trust women easily.” “No shit, Sherlock,” she replied and gave me a deadpanned look. Yeah, something told me that that explanation wasn’t going to fly over too well. But seeing that pout on her lips and that defiant ‘I’m not letting this go’-look in her eyes, and I finally did understand one thing: “Hmm, Prez was right,” I murmured and kissed the cute little pout on her face. “Sarcasm is cute when you girls do it!”

“I know you heard.” No shit, Sherlock. I crossed my arms and leaned against the door. “Go away.” “I need to explain—” “No,” I cut him off. “You need to think about the fact that you just casually ordered a woman’s death like you were choosing what socks to wear. What the hell is wrong with you?” There was a pause. “She’s not who you think she is.” “I don’t think anything,” I snapped. “Because you don’t tell me anything!” Another pause.

“A memorial diamond? Who is this idiot Liam? Is he a film director? Because these kinds of baseless stories can only be told by them. Send Sophia to me and safeguard your life. Otherwise I have many other sources to get her to my house. You will also lose your life for nobody’s gain. So be a smart man and….” Saul did not allow him to complete his sentence. “Sophia will not risk her life and give her kidney to a rogue like you who killed thousands of people for his selfish gain. You're not a national leader or a social reformer who needs to be saved putting other people's life at risk. Leave about Sophia, I will see nobody donates you their organs. Have you ever done anything good in this wor

i doubled over and held my tummy as I laughed my ass out. ”No shit, Sherlock. Of course, it’s a message. What did you think it was?” I rolled my eyes at him as he chuckled. ”No, that’s not what I meant. I meant it has a secret meaning to it. Like he’s trying to tell us something.” “I thought so too. But what’s the message exactly?” I asked him. ”I don’t know but one thing I do know is we have to find out what’s going on. I forgot to ask; we all know the cause of your parents death but the police never said anything, did they?”