inktober writing prompts #17
Joan walked over to where Sherlock stood staring at the wanted posters on the precinct board. She stayed a discreet distance away and spoke without looking at him, “They’re staring at us? Why are they staring?”
“I noted the looks. I’ve been observing them and they seem quite pleased about … something.” Sherlock answered, still blankly staring at the wanted poster for one James John, murderer.
“Do you think they know? How could they possibly?” Joan snuck a peek over her shoulder. Marcus and the Captain were watching them with huge smiles on their faces.
“Perhaps we are just projecting …” Sherlock followed Watson’s gaze and scowled at the expressions on their co-workers’ faces.
Both turned back to the bulletin board. “They know,” Sherlock stated and Joan nodded in agreement.