Shops. Free to be taken-- by anyone. Clothes were easy enough, as were any "recreational" objects. Those didn't matter.
But his phone. Carefully tossed onto the roof, rather than falling with him. Picked up by the police then disappeared from the evidence locker and reappeared in the hand of Mycroft Holmes as he handed it over to his younger brother. His phone.
Out in the open, unpriced. If anyone took it-- if Moriarty got hold of it--]
My mobile. Look for it. [A beat. And then... a measure of how concerned he was about retrieving it:] Please.
no subject
[He's almost startled.
Shops. Free to be taken-- by anyone. Clothes were easy enough, as were any "recreational" objects. Those didn't matter.
But his phone. Carefully tossed onto the roof, rather than falling with him. Picked up by the police then disappeared from the evidence locker and reappeared in the hand of Mycroft Holmes as he handed it over to his younger brother. His phone.
Out in the open, unpriced. If anyone took it-- if Moriarty got hold of it--]
My mobile. Look for it. [A beat. And then... a measure of how concerned he was about retrieving it:] Please.