Q glanced at his brother. At the person he was with. His brother's best friend, John Watson, held himself stiffly. Quin Holmes thought for sure the light brown hair on the back of his neck was sticking on end.

They were in Bond's house. They wanted his help on a case. Or, Sherlock did. John looked like he wanted to be somewhere else. He knocked. In three minutes, Bond was at the door. He stiffened intently. His eyes were on John. He looked like he just seen a ghost.

"Ronson."