Courtney Moriarty always stood apart from the crowd. She had grown up on the streets of London with her younger brothers. Their was only one thing holding her onto sanity... her best friend Sherlock Holmes.
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"Why is it always the hat photograph? What kind of hat is it? What are they implying?! Is it a cap? Why has it got two fronts? What are you going to do, throw it? It's a death frisbee!" Sherlock rants.
"Don't be silly. It wouldn't kill anyone. '' I say as I take it out of his hands."You throw the hat. " I instruct as I throw the hat gently, and it lands covering John's face. "While the person is temporarily blinded, you run away like your life depends on it."
"Ah, it all makes sense now. Thank you for pointing it out." Sherlock chuckles before kissing me.
With a smile on my face, I question , "Did the famous Sherlock Holmes just say thank you? That could easily hit the papers, you know."
I finished sketching the culprit and started walking towards Anderson's office. As much as I hated the guy, I needed him to help me identify the guy. There's only so much I can do with an amazing drawing.
"Hey psycho, your brother's been arrested. He wants to speak with you." Sally calls.
"What did he do this time? Please tell me no one died!" I exclaim.
'' Uh...no. No one died." Sally replied as I left the room. Why would Jim let himself get caught? I know for a fact that he could have been in and out in no time.Somehow, this must be part of his plan.
"Why hello, brother dearest.'' I exclaim as he slowly turns around.
