James Moriarty's phone sounded. "Toss me my mobile, will you Cat?" He called from his chair.
The woman turned and chucked the phone, her blood-red hair flowing out behind her as she moved.
His eyes widened as he read the message. "He's on to us."
She stalked over to him and draped her arms around his shoulders. "What's upsetting you, darling?"
"Sherlock found out about us. He must have talked."
"But Zachary doesn't know. He's never met you, James."
"Where is she now?" Moriarty asked.
"Rome."
"SEBASTIAN?" he bellowed
"Yes, sir." The sniper and unofficial secretary to the most dangerous man in the world appeared instantly.
"Arrange a grab team in Rome."
"They looking for the girl, boss?"
"Of course. You may go."
"She's dyed her hair." Catherine commented, twirling her finger around a strand of her own hair.
Sebastian paused in the doorway.
"How do you know?" Jim asked, looking up at her.
Catherine pressed hand-written receipt into his hand. The top of the paper was labeled with the name of a family-owned drugstore in Rome. The only thing listed was a box of black hair dye.
"Update the girl's file and have her taken to location Z-52. You may go."
Sebastian left.
"Seriously, how did you know?"
"I'm a woman." Catherine answered cryptically. "And I'm smart. That's why you keep me, Jim."
"Nah." He answered, pulling her around to face him. "You're the only one that gave me a kid."
She kissed him. "He's such a rebel. He's trying to change things at Blackthorne, like Joe. No wonder the girl likes him."
Catherine plunked herself into his lap. "Girls like bad boys."
Jim ran his hands through her hair. "He's not bad, he's boring. He's Goode."
"Ha, ha." Catherine grinned. "I tried, James. But he hates me." She pouted.
"If we kill the girl, will I get to meet my son?" Moriarty asked, dead serious.
"He'll come after us. But he's good, James. He won't accept us." Catherine rested her head on his shoulder.
"We can make him. As they say, if you can't beat them, join them."
"Don't hurt him, James. He is our son, not just mine."
