Sherlock's eyes narrowed at the boy, but he made no comment. It was most definitely a trap. He gave John a look, one that said 'be on your toes.'

They followed him in silence, but it was a short trip to the back of the small store. There were only two doors; one to a cramped office (empty; the lights were off and the keys were hanging from the handle), and a large, iron door which emanated its freezing insides off its surface. Sherlock gave it a look up and down before turning to young Sam Jr.

"I'd hate to interrupt your father if he's busy in there," Sherlock stated, the sarcasm probably not lost on John, motioning to the meat locker.