Murder With Lens: A Sherlock Holmes Case (221B Baker Street Series) - Plot & Excerpts
He looked like he hadn’t moved for hours, in fact he was surrounded by an array of folding trays, upon which there were piled baggy upon baggy of samples of all kinds: transistors, strands of hair, kitchen knives, moldy bread, a fragment of sparkly nail polish, bits of bone, hose, scraps of skin, even a phial of what John felt pretty reliably was Sherlock’s own blood. “I put my bullet in,” he whispered as John and Sarah stood just inside the door to the living room. “It’s magnificent.” “Great, yeah… what are we talking about?” John hung his coat up on the coat-tree he’d bought and put beside the sitting room door, so, of course, Sherlock’s coat was on the couch. John snatched it up with a grimace and hung it up too. Sarah walked into the room and stopped dead. Her eyes goggled at the organized chaos around Sherlock’s chair. “What are you doing?” “Molly.” Oh-boy.
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