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Chapter 11
"Cocaine, ecstasy or meth? ah, decisions decisions", he muttered while viewing the cornucopia of drugs before him. He didn't need to use them before The Incident, but now they were the only things that helped him keep his temper. Keeping his temper was very important. People died horribly when he got angry.
He took another puff from the roll up and relaxed. He was in a good mood today. Lover boy was on a plane to his mousy girlfriend. Girlfriend. He's eyes narrowed thinking of the word. Little pretty Miss Molly Hooper. Miss Goody Two Shoes who choose him first. He was all that she was not. And he wanted her. Especially after what a certain pawn in his network disclosed about her. "All's well that ends not so well Molly. I'm coming for you", grinned the monster while reaching for white powder in front of him.
Mi-woods, Maine
The package lay unopened on the coffee table. Molly didn't think she would have the strength of mind and heart to handle it now. Or maybe never. Ashton Lynd and Sherlock Holmes. Polar opposites yet the same. Well, they had one thing in common at least, they both had her heart. She got out of bed and took out the luggage and opened a small leather travel bag. A glass bottle yielded two pearls of pills. Molly Hooper needed oblivion for a while and it was either the pills or drinking herself to a bad hangover. Or a everlasting swim in the lake. Sighing, she swallowed the pills without bothering about the water and returned to her fortress of a bed. She didn't want to wake up for a long time yet.
Streets of Maine..
It started to rain and the cold began to seep to his clothes. But the cold never bothered Sherlock ; it made if think of home. "She would have rented a car, took accommodation somewhere near her workplace", he mused. He proceed to Google the location of the medical examiner's office. Screw the hour, it was an emergency and these was no logical reason why a morgue should be closed. The dead come and go at all hours. He turned his head up towards the grey skies and enjoyed the rain falling on face. It was refreshing, welcoming in fact after the hours spent in the plane. Sherlock then start to hail a cab lingering nearby. He got in the cab and left the streets. The two pairs of eyes watching him then started their car and followed. They were in no hurry ; they had all the time in the world.
