Part Eight:
Silence. It's all I hear now. I'm in an empty room. My blindfold has long been taken off. None of the people will tell me where I am or who they are. When they first put me in the room my hands weren't bound. It wasn't until they realized I had my cell phone out that they tied my up.
I can easily get untied from the ropes, but until I find a way to get farther out I don't plan on it. It's better to make them underestimate me.
"Stand up," a man commands me as he enters the room. I do so and follow where he leads me. I enter a much larger room. At one side of the room is a man. On each side of me stand large men.
"Do you know who I am?" the man asks. I shake my head no. The man is tall, not taller than Sherlock but still tall compared to me. "You're friends with Sherlock Holmes."
"Sherlock Holmes is dead," I say without hesitating.
"We both know you believe in Sherlock Holmes," he says, "Moiarty is dead. Sherlock, is very much alive."
"Who are you?" I ask.
"My name is Anthony Adulcisory," he spits. He points to one of the men behind me. The man begins to untie me, "tell Sherlock that some friends of his know he's alive and that we will deliver what we promised." Before I can say another word he pushes me out the door. I follow the path we took when we came in. At the first sight of light I begin running.
"Kathryn!" I hear someone scream. I turn to find Sherlock running toward me. "Are you alright?" he asks taking a deep breath.
"You followed the path?" I ask. He nods his head yes.
"Who brought you here?" John asks after catching his breath. I glance back at the building and then at the two of them.
"I'll tell you, but not here," I say. I lead them back to the main road where we catch a cab back to Baker Street.
"Now can you tell us how you got there?" John asks again as we enter the flat.
"John, let her sit for a moment," Sherlock begins only to be interrupted by me.
"No. I don't need to dit I need to think," I say pacing back and forth. John sits down quietly while Sherlock remains standing.
"Do you want me to-" he starts to say.
"Sherlock, I need you quiet so I can think," I order. He seems a little surprised but sits anyway. John is clearly used to this kind of thing happening.
Think. He said his name was Anthony Adulcisory. Think. His friend promised Sherlock something. THINK. Sherlock's being alive brought this on. Think. Who was trying to ruin Sherlock?
Moiarty
What was promised by Moiarty. Anthony- There must be something in the name. Think. Famous people in history named Anthony. No. It must be more hidden.
Adulcisory- ad ulcisor- Latin. Latin for "to get revenge". Bingo. Moiarty's friend wants to keep the promise Moiarty made to Sherlock but he also wants revenge.
"Moiarty," I whisper.
"Moiarty is dead," Sherlock says confused.
"Wait," John says, "I know that face. You used to make it when I wasn't following what you were saying. She's got more."
"Sherlock what did Moiarty tell you before you jumped?" I ask walking toward the window. I squint into my window across the street.
"What do you mean?" he asks stupidly looking at John.
"What ever he promised you, it's going to happen," I explain.
"What… what did he promise you?" John asks.
I look at Sherlock, his face holds a look of fear, "His friend is here, he knows you're alive and he wants to keep Moiarty's promise," I explain.
"Is that all?" he asks.
"One other thing," I begin, "he wants revenge."