It had been almost an uur since Sherlock went down to the basement. Joan had began to pace in front of the door wondering who could be down there, she knew it wasn't Irene as she was in prison. She stopped pacing to open the door, she heard Sherlock's voice but didn't recognize the other one. She crept quietly down further reaching the door at the bottom, she carefully opened the door and peered through the small gap.
'So let me get this right, u want me to help u get rid of a drug haai u owe a bunch of money too?'
'Exactly.'
'Sherlock scoffed.
'You've got to be kidding.'
'Come on Holmes,...
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