Sherlock Fic: Redeye from LHR
Redeye from LHR
He wiped a hand across his red eyes and stretched his back, stiff from nine hours in a cramped aeroplane seat, as he followed a police officer down a dark corridor.
"Right this way."
He pulled his coat closer and stepped into a cold room.
"Can you confirm the identification?"
He swallowed. "Yes. Yes, that's . . . yes."
"Thank you. You'll need to sign . . ."
John Watson cursed his shaking hands. He cursed the Americans who had forced him to cross an ocean. He cursed the cold shine of the table. But above all else, he cursed the woman laid out on it.