Disclaimer: The characters of Sherlock are not mine, nor is the story, nor are the characters from the original stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I make no monetary profit from this.
Note: A modern retelling of The Adventure of Charles Augustus Milverton, with various elements taken from a whole lot of the other Conan Doyle stories.
The Seduction of John S. Willoughby
Part Eleven
His eyes open one hour after the light in the bedroom is turned off.
He uncurls.
Gets to his feet.
Stretches.
(There is no sofa this time, though he has been moved from the kitchen and a cushion has been provided for his head.)
First the lights (easily justifiable).
Then the mobile (an unexpected bonus – old boyfriend calling tonight, anticipated; mobile being hurled against wall after call, not anticipated).
Mobile largely undamaged despite impact with wall, then with floor.
Messages. Mostly work, some family, some his, considerable number from old boyfriend, undeleted.
Phonebook. Calls. Again mostly work.
Pictures. Dull.
Calendar. Hm.
Next, laptop.
Ridiculously obvious password, even if spelled backwards.
Files:
Pictures (enough of interior of Milverton's house to be useful; those of old boyfriend all in one folder, but still there).
Music.
Porn.
Work.
Finances (interesting – needs more to become useful, but very interesting).
Email correspondence (less interesting, but corroborate calendar in mobile).
Security codes and PINs in password-protected folder. (stupid, but very helpful).
Next, keys.
Impressions of keys.
Done.
Coffee, black, with two sugars. (He is not dillydallying. He has a plan, shut up, coffee helps him think.)
And next…