[ Now that he thinks about it, it's peculiar the paper would even touch down on a brawl with no arrests, what, nothing of greater importance takes place in Liverpool? It's a big city. You can't make him believe that, except they almost did and joke's on him, presumably. Good thing he managed to remember the article in due time -- and good thing Sherlock's so damn clever.
Frowning, John watches as Overstowe is most definitely quickening the pace up front and if she hasn't clocked them at this point, she's a very speed-enthusiastic old lady which fits with exactly nothing else they've discovered about her so far. Sherlock seems to have picked up on it as well, obviously, what did you expect, and turns down a parallel road all but inching down towards the crossroads where they're supposedly going to intercept her again. Sherlock catches on to her once more as she makes a left before spotting them, her taillights showing the way.
Really, John's mystery novel is cheap in every conceivable definition of the word compared to this, shit. Staunton got attacked which may have led to his sudden disappearance and Sherlock's pretty much going full-out MI6 on their escaping witness. Beats anything you can think up for kicks. ]
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