Nothing.
“Sherlock.”
Still nothing.
“Hey, asshole!”
That got his attention. Though he didn’t react to her swearing at him. It seemed that if she did anything too far out of character, they just…ignored it. Damn. “She wishes to meet us for lunch.”
“When?”
He stopped his pacing to face her. “Get your coat, Watson. The game’s afoot.”
I fucking hate this place.
