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The first thing I noticed when I got up that morning was the London Times was on our porch.
The second thing I noticed was the splotches of blood on the paper.
The third thing I noticed was when I opened the paper up. It had an extraordinary photograph damning its white paper front. An image that should never have been there. Some bloke; probably an arrogant young photographer had sold them an image of me at least ten years old and then ruined it.
On purpose.
Maybe it was supposed to be a joke.
“Watson murdered horribly!” Read the headline.
What made the headline both maddening and frightful was that it was of me.
Of me.
My face was above the lead lines: Watson Murdered Most Foully.
My face was slashed in two and blood splattered.
Now that’s just not a proper way to wake up in the morning, is it?
