saki101

I had commented on the last one, I can't believe it was during June pico! and I remember reading portions of this one during pico as well--the instruments particularly :)

In terms of the writing, I love this:
Sherlock had been standing over a crumpled body, letting his breath settle when he tilted his head to listen. Rain pattered on the tin roof. A train roared past. A chain slithered from a beam, clanked to the floor. Sherlock reached down and slipped a phone from the dead man’s coat pocket.

It's so present and visceral. In terms of the emotions I like the way Sherlock is beginning to understand that sooner or later those regrets will have to be faced, and I like John's constant searching, the thirst for information of any kind about Sherlock, as if the next bit might be the one that will help everything to make sense.

This is a really really good series.