SHERLOCKOLOGY

Chapter 6: ‘Happy Birthday, Brother Mine’ Sherlock ran as fast as he could for as far as he could. The burning of his protesting lungs and legs hardly registered as the same three words echoed through Sherlock’s head. Redbeard is dead… Redbeard is dead… Redbeard is dead… Eventually, Sherlock stopped running and collapsed to the ground, panting heavily. Tears streamed down his face. Sherlock angrily brushed them away. He would not cry! He wouldn’t… It was no good- the tears kept on coming. Why had his family lied to him? Why?! Redbeard is his friend! Sherlock gulped. Was his friend. No