The Big T

“You don’t understand what that tape is, Mr Holmes. It’s not a prank. It’s not a plot made to look like a ghost story to prevent people looking for the real culprit. It’s all true. All those people who disappeared, and the ones who died too, it’s all true. There is a curse. And it all starts with a tape exactly like the one you’re holding.”

Sherlock grinned.

“Interesting. Few people dare to admit they are stupid enough to believe in ghosts. But you…”

“I don’t believe. I know. I’ve seen them. Many of them. Look, you’re the only consulting detective in the world, right? Well, we’re not too different. I’m the only supernatural detective there is.”

“Wrong. Plenty of people might be tempted to call themselves that.”

It was Rachel’s turn to grin. She had become quite good at that over the years, and while she didn’t quite manage the same level of careless condescension as Sherlock, she showed more clear enjoyment of the whole You’re-an-idiot-and-I’ll-explain-why thing.

“Just as there are many people who might believe they are helping the police with their brilliant deductions. But you, like I, are different. Because what we do, we do it right. And now, if you want to get your doctor back, you’ll have to listen to me.”