Chapter 3
Sebastian pulled his coat more tightly around himself as he got up. This hadn't gone according to plan. And it certainly wasn't his usual style. But all these months of being cut off, of being isolated from the rest of the world, had taken their toll. And he had snapped.
For the first time, he had understood his employer. No wonder that this happened to him all the time, with everything he had on his mind. Yet, right now, it wasn't work pressure that drove Sebastian crazy. There weren't any jobs to do here. He just had to hide. To wait. To let boring day follow boring day. There wasn't even much daylight, so he would sit in the dark in an uninhabited slum and drink himself warm. And that was it. He couldn't risk getting in touch with his old life. If it wouldn't ruin his boss's long-term plans completely, he would have jumped at a chance to serve this time in prison. At least something happened there.
Around noon, he had gone out for a walk. A cheerful young man had almost bumped into him as he left a cafe, and they had started talking. Sebastian had brought him to an alley and so far everything had been okay. It could have been just a bit of fun. But then it had struck him why this man had caught his attention. When he was hovering over his face and dark, almost black eyes looked up at him, pupils blown wide. He looked like Moriarty in nothing else than those eyes, but it had been enough. Suddenly all the anger of the last months had washed over Sebastian, had intensified, and he had started beating the young man before he even knew he had moved. Even when the man fell to the ground, he kept hitting him. Even harder. Hard enough to make his right hand hurt even now. He had been dead long before he gave him those last few kicks in his groin. In his ribs. His body had been completely broken.
Sebastian stood there, staring at what he had done, and could only think, 'shit'. He was in trouble.
Fortunately no one had been around. He could drag the body behind some containers, and the snow of the last few days had melted enough not to leave too obvious traces. But of course he needed to do more cleaning up. This man wasn't some lost tramp. He would be missed. And by that time, either all clues that led to Sebastian would have to be gone, or he himself should have disappeared. Neither option sounded like he could bring it to a successful end on his own. And thus he took his phone from his pocket and called the number he was only allowed to call in absolute emergencies.
"Boss, I've got a problem."
The answer was a sigh and a single word: "Obviously."
"I've got a corpse here. And I should get rid of him. Also, I want to come home."
"What kind of corpse?" Moriarty asked, and then added: "If you say: a dead one, I will personally skin you."
"A young man," Sebastian answered tonelessly. "He had nice eyes."
"So you fucked him to death?" Moriarty asked, a hint of cold mirth in his voice. "Or did he choke on your cock?"
"It didn't even come to that. I guess that's the most disappointing part. I just... started beating him."
"Of course. Why bother with foreplay when you can go straight to the main event. You always did like the pain more than the pleasure, isn't that right?"
"Can we get to the point?" Sebastian asked.
"Like you did? Of course. Tell me where the body is. Precisely. Then get your things and be sure to be on the boat that leaves in two hours."
"Bringing me home?" Sebastian asked, the hope more obvious in his voice than he cared for.
"Relocating you. The smoke from your last London adventure hasn't quite cleared yet. Though we're getting there."
"Right." He sighed and gave his boss the details.
Note:
Do not despair about the shortness of this chapter. It certainly doesn't mean that we are out of inspiration for this story; in fact, we've already got many chapters waiting. But because of the way we work with different points of view in different chapters, there isn't exactly a fixed length. Next week there will once again be a nice long piece!
