This morning, I received a text from John.
[I've gone shopping, will be a couple of hours at the most. Where did you get that heart, Sherlock? JW.]I informed him that, as always, I acquired the human heart from the hospital. Where else would I have taken it from?
[Just wondered. Lestrade thinks it's from a missing person. JW]Of course, Lestrade is an idiot. I would expect nothing less.
[He said someone tipped him off. JW.]Idiot.
[It was anonymous. JW.]Still an idiot.
I took a look in the fridge at the heart once John did not reply, and noticed the signs that a sample had been taken. No doubt that Lestrade now has forensics examining the sample to discover who's it was.
Due to boredom and to change the subject before I was questioned on my sleeping habits, I informed Mycroft about their suspicions that I have murdered someone. He had already given me the case to discover who the murderer was after my complaints of boredom. Subsequently, he gave me location of one of the bodies.
Today may well be interesting.
SH.
