Talking. He's talking. On speaker phone... in a bugged flat. It clicks and John's eyes go wide. He holds his silence, but his mind is ticking back to the texts with Mycroft when he seemed to know what John and Sherlock were saying and doing in the flat. This is it! If he can just get Moriarty to tie himself to Caroline...]
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[It's snapped in cold fury, John's efforts at putting on a show of being impassive crumbling. But he does have a thought, something tickling at the back of his mind. Jim being so blasé is good. Why is it good? It's infuriating. It's something to do with the phone. Records? No. Jim could say they talked about anything.
Talking. He's talking. On speaker phone... in a bugged flat. It clicks and John's eyes go wide. He holds his silence, but his mind is ticking back to the texts with Mycroft when he seemed to know what John and Sherlock were saying and doing in the flat. This is it! If he can just get Moriarty to tie himself to Caroline...]