Sherlock visibly relaxed. He knew the ex husband had the dog anyways, so he was done with searching around the park.

"My treat." Sherlock already came from money, and he made a nice amount doing his consulting, he was not hurting for money. He only hoped that John had gotten the money he left him and that the manager was on the up and up.

Sherlock led him to a little corner cafe. "One cappuccino and.. " he turned. "What do you want, John?"