Pont Street
"I checked there, Inspector."
"Did you knock or climb up her fire escape?"
"Both."
"Are you sure there wasn't anything?"
"Yes. Don't waste your time."
"Well, looks like Anokhin gotten to her. God knows where she is now," he sighed. "I still don't understand why he would go after her."
"Grace Novikov knows all of the Bratva's secrets, and has connections to the Ministry because of her father. As long as she's alive, Vladmir Anokhin is in danger." He paused, examining the sidewalk beneath his feet. "I think we'll be looking for a body soon."
"And what about Anokhin?"
"Impossible to find after Grace is dead. He'll be long gone."
"That's not like you, Sherlock."
"I'm just stating the facts. Unless you plan on getting a search warrant for the entire Russian continent," he sighed, watching as traffic sped down the street.
"Are you alright?"
"What?"
"You heard me."
"I'm fine," Sherlock said quietly. "Right as rain."
"I'll pretend that I believe you. Call me if you think of anything else."
"I will."
"Goodnight, Sherlock," Lestrade said, hanging up the phone.
"Goodnight," Sherlock said, pulling the phone slowly away from his ear. He slipped it into the folds of his coat, making his way down the empty sidewalk. It was nearly nine o' clock, with the day's rain collecting in puddles on either side of the street. He passed a bookstore and a bank, stopping in front of an alley as his phone rang again. He glanced down, staring at the name for a moment before blocking the call. That last thing he wanted was to interrupt John's anniversary dinner.
He gazed down at the ground, noticing a small plastic badge strewn against the base of the brick wall. His eyes widened as he read the tag: St. Bartholomew's Hospital, RN Mortuary Unit. Molly S Hooper.
"Name sound familiar, Mr. Holmes?" A man spoke from the shadows, stepping out from the alley.
"She had nothing to do with this, you…"
"I suppose I don't need to introduce myself, then," Dillanger said, smirking. "Remember me?"
"Clearly."
"Why don't you come with me, and we'll get this all sorted out," Dillanger said, smiling.
"And if I don't?"
"You're a smart man, Holmes," he said, eyes gleaming in the night. "I think you know the answer to that."