The اگلے morning, Sherlock woke early in order to meet Gregson and رپورٹ to him.
'Morning.'
'Morning, how آپ feeling?'
'Not too bad, slept pretty well.'
Gregson took out a notepad.
'What آپ got?'
'The dealer is called Micheal, don't have a visual yet he's suppose to be returning from Long Island tonight depending how his 'meeting' goes. How's Watson?'
'She's fine, told me to give آپ this.'
He handed him a picture of Joseph.
'Thank آپ Captain.'
After the meeting Sherlock headed back to the den, Olivia was coming down the stairs as he came in.
'Morning.'
'Morning.'
He followed her to the kitchen.
'You...
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