Sherlock nudged John forward, then stopped. “The limo is waiting outside, you go ahead. I’ll be along in a minute.” When Sherlock was convinced that John had gone outside, he took the paper in his hands and threw in into the fire. It made a slight crackling sound as the fire began to lick away the headlines. Suspect Being Questioned in the Murder of Alistair…
The rest of the headline burned away, while Sherlock watched its demise. John must be protected at all costs. With one backward glance and a wave to Mrs. Hudson, he left Baker Street.
The ride to the Airport was silent. Sherlock looked over at John in grief, watching him struggle with the confines of being in the back seat of the limo.
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