Molly assessed her situation. The man was obviously mad. He had kidnapped her for...she didn't know why exactly, but he was talking, and that was good. Molly smiled and the man breathed in suddenly as if he had never expected such a thing. Then she began to walk toward the desk that she knew now had been Moriarty's. "Weasel Bean. That's a curious name," she said, "Why did he call you that?"
The man followed her a step behind as if following was his natural state. "They always called me Weasel, but the master called me Bean after a character in one of his favorite books. He said that I was small like him."
"Oh really?" Molly said sitting behind Moriarty's desk. Shay stood looking aside nervously as if it wasn't his habit to sit when someone was in that chair. But then he straightened like a blade and lowered himself into the chair. "So Michael how did you get into my flat? I locked the door."
He smiled, "through the bathroom window."
"But it's tiny!"
"They call me weasel for a reason," he said, "I was master's favorite. That's why he gave me all of this: his clothes, this flat, and you."
Molly froze only too aware of how his eyes traveled back and forth from her to the bed.