"Mm?" Sherlock dismissed the list of Bed and Breakfast houses on the laptop screen. “Oh God, why do they assume that people want a television in the room! Boring.” He pulled his dressing gown across himself irritably and picked 'Cottages' off the menu.
“Unless Moran confesses to anything I doubt the police can do much. As far as I know he's done very few jobs. He's not a Peter Ricoletti.” He paused to peer at the new list on the screen. “You get on with people better than I do.” he grimaced still staring at the text in front of him “No, no good, wrong, ugh hideous!” he rubbed his top lip pensively with one long, thin finger. “Cottage, two double bedrooms, courtyard of... sounds promising... convenient for blah blah, overlooking, tedius. Camden Hall. Gallery, photos. Late bookings. That's perfect. John, Camden Hall Cottage can you book it for us from today, for a week.” he leaned back in the chair with a satisfied smile.
Sherlock turned to face John and stretched. “I didn't think it would help at the time you getting arrested as well but it did. As you quite rightly asked when Donovan was forcing her way in the front door, there was no warrant. There was insufficient evidence for arrest even". He smirked a little.
"Lestrade very conveniently 'forgot' to caution me, none of the morons noticed that in their eagerness to haul me in. Handcuffs were unreasonable use of force, Barker, was it, who pushed me? Insults, slamming us onto the police car?" Sherlock reminded his co-conspirator.
"It all added up to wrongful arrest. And, with the reasonable suspicion of police brutality to follow it made our daring escape a legal move in our defence. But don't punch any more Chief Superintendents just to run around holding my hand, please?” a deep chuckle escaped his throat.
"What shall I wear? Oh yes, and book us whatever that vehicle was, the 4 wheel drive thing, like the one we had at Grimpen, Dartmoor" Sherlock brightened further "May need to do some off road driving."