Epilogue
He sat back on the white leather chair and put his feet up. He switched on his iPod and pulled on the headphones. Time for a bit of bliss. He needed to turn his attention to phase two- now that Sherlock and his doctor pet had been spotted returning to Baker Street, the challenge was to winkle the little brother out of his house arrest and back into the game.
It would need to be good, something that neither of the Holmes boys could resist, but that neither of them would expect.
It needed to be a long game- tease it out and Holmes Junior would grow bored and lose concentration, and a game that was played over months would test Holmes Senior's capacity to juggle it with all of his other responsibilities.
What will do to trap them both? Looking for inspiration, Moriarty set the iPod to shuffle. When the Coronation March started to play, a big smile started to grow. Ah, yes, Queen and country. All those little corgis to protect. Elder brother won't be able to say no; but, as discretion will be needed on this little caper, and his own network compromised and under intense scrutiny, who can he turn to but little brother? Perfect….