Part Six: Note Passing
Since I ran into Mrs. Hudson in Sherlock's apartment I started working at the café next door. John visits everyday. I avoid serving him for fear of him recognizing me. Today though, I'm trying to get information.
"Mr. Watson right?" I ask pouring him a glass of water.
"Doctor. Doctor Watson," he nods not looking up from his menu.
"I'm surprised you still have to look at the menu. I see you here nearly everyday," I laugh turning my back from him to grab a napkin to wipe the counter off, "How about I make something special?"
"Can I just have some toast?" he asks putting the menu down. I nod my head and go to make it. I glance back once to see him fiddling with a magnifying glass, no doubt the one Sherlock has been searching his flat for every night. As I walk back with his toast he puts the gadget away.
I set the toast down quickly and walk away. I retreat back to the kitchen where I can see John from afar. When he sees the toast his head shoots up. The jam reads "I believe in S.H." Quickly he spreads the jam on the toast and calls me back over.
"You're the girl I met here last week," he finally remembers.
"Do you think he could still be alive?" I ask ignoring his last statement.
"Why are you so curious?" he asks.
"Dr. Watson. I still believe he could be alive. Holmes was a clever man. Have you tried to contact him at all?" I question.
"We cannot be talking about this." He whispers to me after looking over his shoulder. His eyes scan the café as if he's looking for someone, or someone is looking for him.
"Dr. Watson, do you believe in Sherlock Holmes?" I ask demanding an answer.
His eyes are full of panic. He sighs and quickly says, "No. Sherlock is dead." He hands me the money and then leaves the café.
A message. Watson would leave a message if he were lying. I look down at the money he handed me. Between the paper money lies a sheet of paper. It reads, "I believe." Quickly I grab another slip of paper to write on. This one reads "221B 11:30p.m."
I run out the door to catch John at the end of the street. "Dr. Watson, you forgot your change." I hand him the money and he steps into a taxi after giving me a small smile. I watch the taxi turn the corner and then I turn to walk back to the café.
Suddenly I feel someone's hand over my mouth. All attempts to make a sound end in failure. The person grabs my waist and pulls me into a car. The windows are all dark so I doubt anyone can see me from the street. A blindfold is placed over my eyes and my hands are tied behind my back. The person next to me sits me up right. I sit silently. Two people beside me. Two men judging by their strength and heaviness of breath. The one next to me is a smoker. They have an advantage over me with my eyes covered. I have no clue what their abilities are or where they're taking me.