You set your book down as Sherlock paced the room, clearly agitated. Without looking at you, he spoke.
"You're awfully quiet for someone sent to spy on me."
You raised an eyebrow, keeping your voice calm. "Spy on you? That's a bit dramatic, even for you."
He stopped pacing, eyes locking onto yours. "Please. Mycroft's fingerprints are all over this. The biology degree, the government background—it’s too convenient."
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