"Not quite. There is a distinctive detail on both the treads consistent with..." Sherlock's fingertips were flying over his blackberry and he flourished the resulting webpage at John. "These."
John stared. "New Rocks."
"New Rocks."
"So the otters were stolen by goths? Or bikers. Or biker goths? Come on, Sherlock, you must have more than that?"
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Re: Otter madness
Date: 2011-09-28 09:53 pm (UTC)"What do you make of them?" he asked.
"You tell me," replied Sherlock, casting him a challenging look. John rolled his eyes.
"Two distinct sets of prints."
"Good start."
"Both walking."
"As you might expect with arms full of otters."
"Both men's shoes, probably work boots. They're big, heavy, maybe walking shoes?"
"Not quite. There is a distinctive detail on both the treads consistent with..." Sherlock's fingertips were flying over his blackberry and he flourished the resulting webpage at John. "These."
John stared. "New Rocks."
"New Rocks."
"So the otters were stolen by goths? Or bikers. Or biker goths? Come on, Sherlock, you must have more than that?"