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“Your cooperation has been noted. We’d be very grateful if you continue to support Sherlock Holmes in the future.”
Before Greg could answer that strange voice, the call had been cut. He stared at his mobile, dumbfounded, blinking. No caller ID. He hadn’t recognised the number either. The call had been made to his private number, too.
“What the hell…?” he mumbled as he reached for the button to call back.
[The number you’re attempting to reach is currently…]
He hung up. Of course. Anyone, who’d do such a cryptic phone call wouldn’t be available for a follow-up. But who had…? Greg looked around. The crime scene had emptied. Only a few constables were involved in the clean-up, and in the cold rain, they didn’t even have any onlookers. It was in the middle of the night too. Sherlock Holmes himself had also left, right after he’d rattled down the solution to what had seemed like an accident and had been a murder. Come and gone like a ghost. It wasn’t the first time Sherlock had showed up at one of Greg’s crime scenes, and he had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last. But that phone call… that had definitely been a first.
The voice had sounded deep and unhurried. The background had been quiet. Greg couldn’t even imagine who had called him. He resolved to ask Sherlock the next time he met him. Greg shook his head, water falling off his hair. It had stopped raining now, and a cold fog was rising. Sometimes he despised London, if only for the weather.
As he walked towards the constables to help them wrap up, he didn’t notice the surveillance camera on the bank building to his right following his steps.