"I have to go to the bank"
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Sherlock was running around the offices looking for John didn't know what. Sherlock stops suddenly and poked his head up. He walks out leaving John to catch up.
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"he killed himself"
"no he was killed"
" he killed himself. it all fits"
"no. he was left handed he shot himself in the right side of his head. not suicide"
"the gun"
"he was waiting for the killer."
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"careful! some of those skulls are 200,000 years old, show some respect"
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"i'm not bloody Sherlock Holmes!"
"he's right you know"
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"sorry about that John. And Sara. I truly am. i didn't know that would happen. then again it's not my fault they thought you were me.

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