November 27th excerpt:
“And they found nothing?” Sherlock pressed.
“Not a speck,” Lestrade sighed, shoving his hands into the pockets of his trench coat. “We might as well be dealing with a killer ghost on this one.”
Sherlock rolled his eyes, just barely holding in an exasperated sigh. Of course this was the case he brought Dean along on, only to have that thrown back in his face.
Brothers Apart 