Long Time, No See

Yes girls, you are both pretty

221B Baker Street............

I sat in front of window, on the floor as I hacked into Kenny Price's bank account. "You know I could arest you for that." Lestrade told me.

"Mycroft would bail me out. We have a working deal." I sighed. "Well, the brother doesn't have any weird transactions, maybe the house boy." I said to myself then hacking into his account.

"It’s a real shame. I liked her. She
taught you how to do your colours." Mrs. Hudson said looking at the wall of evidence.

"Colors?" Lestrade asked. Then I ignored them and foucus on my computer screen. The house boy has been making bulk purchases of Botox.

"Ah ha!" I smiled in triumph.

"What did you find, Sam?" Sherlock asked.

"The house boy has been makimg bulk purchases of botox. Probably to give Ms. Prince her botox injections." I told him.

"Botox killed her?" Lestrade asked.

"Yes." Sher and I said at the same time once again.

"That's freaky. Stop it." Lestrade said. "We should let John know."

"Not yet. I want more time to figure the pattern out." Sher told us.

"There is a chance that he just connected everything to play with you Sher. The connections could mean absolutely nothing." I told him.

"Sam, what do you know about the missle plans?" He asked me.

"Everything, an amateur could have hacked it." I sighed.

"Would your brother want it?"

"Probably."

"She was a pretty girl. Messed about with herself too much. They all do these days. People can hardly move their faces. Silly, isn’t it? Did you
ever see her show?" Mrs. Hudson asked.

"Not untill now." Sherlock said grabbing his laptop a pressing play on a video. I didn't pay attention to the video I was focused on hacking my mum and the trash bag's computer and phones. "Connection, connection, connection.There must be a connection! Carl Powers was murdered twenty years ago. And the bomber knew him. He admitted he knew him..."

"We should check. His school
records. Everything-" Lestrade began.

"Sam, can you do that?" Sher asked me but I wasn't paying attention. "Sam."

"What's up?" I said realising he was talking to me.

"Carl Powers school records, can you get them?" He asked.

"Probably not. They're probably all paper files." I told him.

"What are you doing?" Sher asked.

"Hacking the trash bag and my mum." I awnsered.

"Why?" He asked.

"It's about time they know I am alive." I told him. I wrote a message with a picture of me and displayed it on everything in their house that I could hack. All it said was:

Did you miss me?

Then I began hacking old school records. "The bomber’s phone was inside stationery from the Czech Republic. The first hostage was in Cornwall. The second one in London. The third one, Wales, at least by the sound of her accent. What’s he doing? Working his way round the world?
Showing off?" Sherlock ranted then the pink phone went off. He awnsered it and put it on speaker.

"You’re enjoying this...aren’t you? Joining the ...dots?" The old lady asked. There was a moment of silence. "I’ll take that...as a yes. Three hours...boom boom." Then the line ended.