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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Apr 12, 2012 15:55:25 GMT
"Yes, I suppose there is always that." Sherlock gave a nod, he could probably find Anderson's files and look it up. But he knew that Anderson couldn't have someone higher up putting a word in for him. They stood nothing to gain, only to loose and Anderson did not have a rich family to bribe his way into the force. So they had to assume that Anderson had some kind of useful talent, although Sherlock couldn't see it. Possibly, there were people worse than Anderson in the police force, which would be a worrying development.
"You play the violin? That's cool." Sherlock looked over at Jackson briefly as she spoke. "It helps me think, or pass the time. More often the latter." Sherlock informed her. It wasn't often that he would find a case taxing enough that he would need to play the violin to free up his mind. Leaning back on the sofa, which he had returned to, Sherlock looked at the fireplace, it was calm, the approach of summer meant that the room was not cold.
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