Harris chatted at her as he drove but she couldn't remember anything he might have said. Her inner thoughts were too noisy to be distracted by conversation. She felt an excited curiousity as to where they were going. She recognized the streets as they went by, but where were they heading? The world spun by under a dreary October sky. She watched the clouds moving, white against the blue of the sky.

"I said we're here, Miss," Harris repeated.

"Where?" she asked, looking around. Then she saw her favorite bookstore. It was a tiny place between rows of large shops, a secluded place she could escape to on her day off. She loved smell of the antiquated books, the feel of their leather binding against the softness of her palm. And the smell! It was musty and damp with age.

She opened the door to the cab then looked tentatively back at the driver.

"I'll be waiting for you, no worries," Harris assured her.

A tiny bell tinkled as she stepped inside. The proprietor was no where to be seen. She walked around the tall bookcases, wondering what she was doing here and why. There was a gentle smile on her face as her fingers swept across several volumes. She could stay here for hours. What was she looking for? Certainly not Sherlock. Maybe it was some kind of treasure hunt. That seemed like the sort of thing he might do. Another game for them to play together. Him planting clues so she could find them and eventually find him. She wished she knew what to look for.

"Miss Hooper!" Daniel called as he came out from the back. He washed his hands with a dry rag then leaned over the counter to shake her hand.

"Good morning. I'm glad you're here. I thought you didn't open until ten," Molly said.

"Normally I don't. Someone called in a special favor. It wasn't a big one. You know how much I love my books."

"Have any new ones in?" she asked.

"Funny you should ask. Someone ordered a book then never came to pick it up. Would you like to see it? I know it's around here somewhere. Ah! Here you are, young lady."

Molly stared down at the book.

"The Settlers of Catan, by Rebecca Gablé," she read softly. "I had no idea there was a book..."

"Came out pretty recently. Haven't read it myself. Would you like to keep it? Leave your money in your purse! On the house. It's a delight to have you as a regular customer. Anything else for you today? I know I'll be seeing you later then," he said.

Molly stood silently through the diatribe, unsure what to say. Seconds later she was practically thrown out the door. Daniel obviously knew more than he was letting on. Then it was back in the car where the driver patiently sat.

"Where to miss?" he asked.

"Don't you know?" asked Molly.

"Nope. I had instructions to drive you here and then wait for your orders," he said with a laugh.

Molly took the book and opened it's pages. Surely he couldn't expect her to read this in its entirety while the cab driver waited. The clue had to be simple. The cover was made of paper so there was nothing to hide there. Molly looked at the book from every angle then she turned it upside down and flipped her thumb over the pages. A small piece of paper fell out.