Why my father asked me to meet him in the front room, I had no clue. I hoped that it had nothing to do with our most recent argument. The thing is though, I had no clue what we were arguing about this time, but all I know is that he started it. Or was that Mum? I don't know.

I walked into the front room, wearing my favorite (Father's least favorite) outfit. Father was (as usual) wearing a Westwood suit and tie. I almost laughed aloud at the level of seriousness his face portrayed but I caught myself just in time.

"I know that we haven't been on very great terms lately, but I may have found a way for you to… Redeem yourself," said my infamous father.

Redeem myself? I thought. "What is it that you would require me to do… Father?" I asked coldly.

"I need you and your sister to leave to London. I have a job for you to do that requires you to meet a certain consulting detective."

"You mean Sherlock Holmes? The man mummy had a fancy for?"

"Don't. Say that name in this house."

In response, I walked over to the door and opened it. I walked outside onto the porch and shouted, "Sherlock Holmes," then calmly walked back in and shut the door as if nothing had happened. "What do you want me to do exactly?"

"This is a packet for him, a binder. Don't read it. Here is a letter that will explain everything, and also has tickets for the train and other necessary papers. Please, I want to work with you. " He had a strange look on his face, I attributed it to hope or something like that, a strange look indeed for a man like him.

"Fine," I said as I walked away.

"Read it in your room and tell your sister, please." He huffed slightly. I walked away without looking back, thinking about the strangeness that had taken place. I climbed up the staircase to my room and tossed the binder and letter on the bed. I walked across the hall to Ebony's room to give her the news then walked backed to my room and shut the door. Throwing myself onto the bed, I buried my face into the pillows letting out a frustrated scream. About half an hour later, I sat up and stared at the letter, looking at it like it was going to come alive and start dancing around the room. I picked it up between my thumb and forefinger, as if it was a spider or something. Immediately I busted up laughing. I'm acting like such a CHILD! What is wrong with me? I opened it up and started reading its contents.

Shea,

You need to take the binder and give it to Mr. Holmes. I have rented the basement room for you momentarily. Take the rent papers to Mrs. Hudson when you enter and she will take care of it. Your last names have been switched to Wright, do NOT, whatever you do, let him know who you really are. Your job is to pretend that you are a client with information on how to take over my network. Do not fail me, I have confidence in you. In extreme emergencies, you may contact me, but only in EXTREME cases. The rest of the papers in this envelope are tickets for buses, and money to pay for your stay there.

-Father

I almost threw the note away into the trash, but decided against it. For once, my father was entrusting me to something, he believed in me, I knew it was probably not true, but I believed it anyway.I pulled out a large bag and set about packing, making sure to include all of my sources of entertainment.