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Joan walked into the media room holding two strips of cardboard. “Sherlock, do you know anyone who wants tickets to a Broadway musical?”
Her partner looked over from his gaggle of flatscreens. “A gift from your last client? If those are for Hamilton you could cover this month’s rent by auctioning them off.”
“No. Phantom of the Opera. These weren’t cheap either. I need to find two people who want them.”
“You’re not a fan of the composer?”
"No, I’ve enjoyed Andrew Lloyd Weber since I heard Jesus Christ Superstar when I was a kid. But I’m not going to this one, and I won’t listen to the songs.” Joan Watson stood and looked at Sherlock Holmes.
Sherlock faced her, focused despite the cacophony from the different screens and the thump of heavy metal music from the sound system. His face changed and his eyes were dark with understanding.
Joan nodded and smiled a little. “Dear Mr. Tanaka, thank you for your very generous gift. Now let me explain why I have no wish to watch a show about a murderer who’s obsessed with a woman and who stalks and kidnaps her.”
“Then I don’t want them either.” Sherlock pursed his lips. “Isn’t Marcus dating someone right now?”
Joan smiled. “He is.”
“Problem solved.” Sherlock took up his phone. “Detective Bell?”