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a/n: idk if I will finish this. idk if it’s good. this was my first try at fanfic, soz >o<

The last thing Lestrade needed was Sherlock on his case. There’d already been one mass murder, involving a gang called the White Mice, who was still on the run. Then as if his week couldn’t get any worse, two kids kidnapped and found dead on the bank of a river last night. In any case, the press was having a field day. Lestrade sat down in the chair in his office and ran his fingers through his ruffled gray hair while he read the case folder of the boy and girl who were kidnapped, Thomas Penn and Elizabeth Tulip. 

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