As Sherlock reached his destination, he pulled out his mobile and rang his brother.
"Any progress?" he inquired.
"Some," came the response. "Though they're not making it easy for us. However I have no doubt we'll find them sooner rather than later."
"Make sure that you do." Before Mycroft could reply Sherlock disconnected the call.
His phone beeped, indicating a number of text messages. His Homeless Network had been busy. There had been a number of sightings of the missing pathologist. Sherlock frowned as he read the messages. 'What are you doing Molly? Where are you going?'
As far as he could tell she was zigzagging her way through the city…
"Oh…! Clever, clever girl."
Molly's decision to leave her mobile and bag at Bart's told Sherlock that she was doing all she could to not be traced. It was her way of trying to protect those close to her. If they couldn't contact her or find her, then they were of no use to those that may be pursuing her.
They were the admirable qualities he had learnt to appreciate about her.
He put his mobile away and entered the building and went up the stairs to Molly's flat.
Sherlock knew he wouldn't find her here. Molly knew better than to lead danger home. She knew all too well a locked door wouldn't stop anyone who was determined enough to enter.
But he hoped that he might find something that would give him a clue as to where she may have fled.
And loath though he was to admit it, he wanted to make sure that her cat Toby was unharmed. But as he looked around he found a note Molly had placed on the calendar noting Toby's Vet appointment to get his teeth cleaned. So he was safely out of harms way.
If only he could be as certain for Toby's owner.
Realising there was no further information to be found here he headed out the door, pausing as his phone rang.
"Yes John."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" his friend asked. "I want to help."
"You'll help me better where you are," Sherlock replied. "Stay with Mary. Mycroft and Lestrade are working on who is behind the transmission, and my homeless network are assisting me with finding Molly."
John knew when not to push, so instead he let out a resigned sigh. "All right, fine. But keep me updated."
"Will do," Sherlock promised.
As Sherlock made his way down the stairs he thought through all the information that had been gathered about Molly's movements since she had left the hospital.
It was clear that Molly was not only trying to lose anyone attempting to follow her, she was also trying to find some place where she would feel safe.
His deduction was proved correct when he received another text from a member of the homeless network.
"That's my girl," he murmured with a smile.
Once back out on the street, Sherlock hailed a cab. "Taxi!"
