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The Nails of Terror (Chapter 9)
08:45, Monday: 221B Baker Street
As I walk out of the bathroom, after I've done my hair and makeup, I take a look around and suddenly realize that the only person who is sitting in the living room is John.
"Where did Sherlock gone?" I ask as I walk closer to John.
"Oh, don't know… He didn't tell me…" He answers as he takes a sip of his cup of tea that he's been holding in his hands.
"He's going to the crime scene isn't he?" I ask from him ask from him as I quickly grab my coat.
"Maybe… I don't know…" He shrugs his shoulder.
I rush through the living room door but before I start to rush down the stairs I lean back into the living room.
"Aren't you coming?" I ask.
"Nope… I decide I would rather take a little brake after, you know, what happened…" He answers as he flicks through the newspaper.
"Ok than… See you!" I shout back from the front door. "Sherlock!" I shout again when I see Sherlock getting into a taxi.
"Phew… Just in time..." I lean on the taxi door and blow out a ridiculously big amount of air and trying to take it back in the next second.
"You took too long." Sherlock states as I climb into the taxi.
"Well… Yes, but I usually take this long… Anyway, are we heading to the crime scene?" I ask as I smooth out the wrinkles on my skirt.
He's not saying anything.
"I want to talk about…" I pause for a second and I turn to Sherlock's way but he's just starring out to the streets through the window. "I want to talk about last night…" I turn my head to the window right next to me.
"Yes, what about it?" He asks without even one look at me.
"Were you drunk?" I ask with a look at him. He's still staring out.
"Yes I was drunk."
"You're talking bollocks…" I turn back to the window next to me.
"Excuse me?" He finally turns to me. "I don't think I've heard something right."
"I think you've heard it perfectly right!" I turn away from the window too. "I think that you weren't drunk last night…"
"Well, why did you let yourself into my hands then?" I can see that bloody sparkle in his eyes again. His eyes are telling me that he wants an answer, but instead of giving him an answer I turn back to the window.
"Oh, ok then!" And he turns back to his window too.
"What did Lestrade tell you about what did Moriarty do?" I turn to him and ask in a quite shy voice after a couple of minutes. I am quite scared actually. At times like this you never know when he's going to grab your throat and strangle you!
"London, Brick Lane. The bomb exploded in an empty flat at exactly 8 o'clock in the morning, again. Seven people were hurt and no one died. That's all that I know. Your task is to find out who's the owner of the property."
"What for?" I ask in a surprised voice.
"Because I have to know it." He answers in a calm voice.
"Oh, I guess that means I have to make some phone calls then!" I say as I turn back to the window.
"Yep! Your guess is right! Have you got a note pad and a pen on you? I think you're going to need them." He turns to me, digs into the inside pocket of his coat; pulls out a little note pad and a pen, leans closer to me and hands it over. I turn to him, but as I face him I pull my head backwards a bit, because his face is just an inch away from mine and his hawk like eyes are now running up and down on my face… Observing. I stay still until he gives me the note pad and the pen. He slowly moves his head closer to mine but in the same time I'm moving my head back until I hit the door. He leans closer to my ear.
"You…" He starts to whisper. "…You know I quite like that…" I start to relax and he lifts his head away from my ear so that he can see my whole face. "…That you can be blown off your feet so easily." And he sits back up… Slowly. Keeping the eye contact in for the whole time and then the cab stops. "There is the number of the agency in that note pad. You know what you have to do!" And he jumps out of the cab. I jump after him. And he's already on his way into the flat.
"Ok then! I'll stay down here!" I shout after him.
The flat where the bomb is exploded is a second floor flat. That's all that I can see from here because half of the whole house is been ripped off by the bomb.
09:40, same day: Brick Lane
"Finally!" I run up to the flat where Sherlock still observes the crime scene. "I got the person who rented the flat!"
"And it was…?" Sherlock asks without looking up from his magnifying glass.
" James Moriarty…" And I had a look around the flat. I can't really see more things than I've seen from outside…
"Just as I thought…" Says Sherlock as he closes his magnifier and puts it into the inside pocket of his coat. "But it was too easy… Anyway, the nails that he used now are the same type of nails that he has been used for the first time; I've only collected a couple of hundred nails now. I hope I'm going to find more outside; and I did not find any pieces of the bag interestingly…"
"So, what now?" I ask as I finish writing down the notes in the note pad.
"You can tell Leastrade that he and his team can come in and have a look around." He gives out the order.
"Me? Why me?" I ask as I put the note pad and the pen away.
"Because John is not here." And as he finishes his sentence I'm already on my way to the door, but he grabs my wrist.
"Is Anderson's here?" He asks.
"Yep, he is." And he lets go of my wrist and I go down stairs to talk to Leatrade…