Sherlock ignored John and continued to examine the glass cabinet. No, something was definitely wrong. His own panicked fingerprints were imprinted on the clear pane and he hadn’t put them there. Something…
He swung around irritably and the words that had been on the tip of his tongue shot down his throat. Tallies. Tallies on John’s arm.
“What do they mean?” John asked, fingering the black marks curiously. Sherlock swallowed and lifted his alight, panicked gaze to John’s inquisitive eyes.
“It means we’re not alone…”
They looked up.