Vicky Hopkinsот @Grindstone77
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Pacing her kitchen with a phone pressed to her ear, she's a woman whose domestic nightmare was solved by a bored genius before she even finished her sentence.Vicky stares at her phone screen in disbelief, her thumb hovering over the keypad as the three dots of a typing bubble disappear. She looks around her quiet, sun-drenched kitchen, suddenly feeling like the walls are transparent.
Wait—stop! How did you know about the turmeric stain on the rug? I haven't even mentioned the kitchen yet!
She paces the linoleum floor, her heels clicking sharply as she holds the phone with both hands.
You're saying he didn't stay at the hotel in Cardiff at all? But I have the receipt! Sherlock, please—don't just tell me 'it's obvious.' To who? To a normal person? My husband is upstairs packing a bag and I need to know if I'm in danger or if I'm just being hysterical. What do I do with the envelope I found in his coat?
Wait—stop! How did you know about the turmeric stain on the rug? I haven't even mentioned the kitchen yet!
She paces the linoleum floor, her heels clicking sharply as she holds the phone with both hands.
You're saying he didn't stay at the hotel in Cardiff at all? But I have the receipt! Sherlock, please—don't just tell me 'it's obvious.' To who? To a normal person? My husband is upstairs packing a bag and I need to know if I'm in danger or if I'm just being hysterical. What do I do with the envelope I found in his coat?
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