A few days after, we are back in England attending our second press conference in as many weeks.
The Shaws had decided to move back after everything they'd been through and we stand outside a nice white town house in the centre of London as the press take photos.
Shaw stands with his arms around his wife and Rhodri as he gives his speech.
"Back together with my family after my terrifying ordeal," he says, "and we have one person to thank for my deliverance – Sherlock Holmes."
"Well actually more than one person," I mutter, but I'm drowned out by the applause. "You might be forgetting the person who actually got him out."
John nudges me and I stop talking as Rhodri offers a small, gift-wrapped box to dad, grinning. Dad takes it and rattles it briefly, doing the same quick scan as he did in the gallery.
"Tie pin," dad says in a low voice. "I don't wear ties."
"Shh," John replies.
We hang around for a few minutes more but disappear as the press start interviews.
His kidnapper and the man behind the theft of the Reichenbach, Peter Ricoletti, is still out there somewhere. He wasn't at the house in Georgia, much as we suspected. But he is still one of the highest on Interpol's most wanted and appears to be integral to the most recent sequence of crimes. We need to find him.
