looked Skye straight in the eye. He had blue eyes, like her. Only his were really bright and almost stabbed her brain. But Skye held the look.

"It's not about the Sherlock pill, ... it's about what's behind it, if you would just listen to me!"Sherlock, however, looked away in exasperation and then sat down.

"Well ... then talk, but don't bore me"

The young sportswoman glanced briefly at Amelia, but she was still standing there, staring at Sherlock. Then the sight of Skye recovered; she was no better the first time.

"In my studio I picked up a few bits of words. Some old people die, too many for natural ... I think drugs are killing them"

"Boring"

He made a wiping motion in the air, which didn't really suit her and made her puff.

"Sherlock, people are dying in clinics and old people's homes, you can't care less ..."

"But it is, don't waste my time any longer. Will you find your way alone?"

Skye looked at him indignantly.

But then shook his head, turned away and gently pulled Amelia out of the room and down the stairs.

"How did he ... he did ... he ... why ... I don't understand"

"Amelia, he's his own, special ... that's just the way they are, the freaks."

Skye grumbled, disappointed. She already knew why she didn't want to come back again. She also wanted to spare Amelia from being "read" like an open book. If you don't want to hear, you have to feel, she thought, and said goodbye to Mrs. Hudson again.
Sherlock picked up the box that Skye had dropped the second time she left the room somehow angry. He turned it in his hand and tried to ignore John's reproachful look. Then he flipped it open, took the tablet from the box, which was in a little velvet bed. A murder? By pain medication? It's too banal. He then widened his eyes and grabbed the laptop. Immediately he started typing. But found nothing "What?" He fixed the screen. Other search terms.

No hit.

"What?!"

John looked at him confused

"What's happening?"

but initially got no answer. The fingers flew over the keyboard again.

No meeting.

"John, I think we have a case, maybe it's more interesting than I thought."

"You should apologize to the girls."

Sherlock looked puzzled

"Which girl?"

"The two women who were just here?"

Again the view was on the screen.

"Maybe with Skye, but why with Mrs. Brixton?"

John closed the laptop in front of his nose. Which made Sherlock make an indefinable gesture and the latter stare at him darkly.

"Because you did it again."

"Done something?"

"Sherlock!"

but this put the technology aside and then got up. He took his long coat and turned up his collar when he had it on.

"Mr. Watson, I need your help, we'll take it, I think we'll be most interesting"

there was a smile on his face. Either Skye lied to get his attention, but why should she? She didn't seem like the other drooling women, or she really had found a bite for him that was a little refreshing. Murders were entirely his taste and then not even mentioned. Oh how he loved it.

"John?"

This then followed him down the stairs. He was full of energy and he had to start finding out something. The first thing he would do is to meet the two women. They couldn't be far yet. They hadn't left his house that much earlier. When he stepped out, he was also confirmed. The two women were getting into a car. Apparently Skye had reassured the policewoman, she probably felt a little too caught when he told her all this.