Cold Obsidian Eyes

by johnsarmylady

London, after Moriarty's attempt to take over the country, is left in the hands of ruthless and power hungry gangs. Sherlock Holmes, scientist, found himself kidnapped, rescued, and dragged into the fight by a stranger and his unusual band of followers. But Sherlock has a secret that could spell death for all of them. An AU told in 221B format. Rated M for later themes.

130. Destroying the Evidence

My apologies for not updating this sooner - I've been on holiday, and I've not quite got my writing head back on. Enjoy...

Greg glanced up and down the street before approaching the sabotaged car. He should have realised when he was first brought here that there was no CCTV coverage, and no CCTV meant that someone in authority must have had it removed.

At least, he thought to himself, it meant that his next actions would go unrecorded, and therefore unknown.

Sally stood in the doorway, casually watching the street, her pilfered gun tucked safely into the waistband of her trousers, still warm from recent use.

"All clear." She whispered to Greg as he crouched beside the petrol filler cap with a couple of large empty bottles beside him and a length of hose he'd found in the house.

Working quickly the detective syphoned off the fuel which he took back inside.

The minutes ticked by. Sally pretended to be interested in the property, looking at it from all angles, running her hand over the peeling paint of the window frames. To the casual passer-by she looked like just another bored estate agent, but nothing could disguise the relief in her eyes when Greg finally re-emerged and pulled the door carefully shut.

"I've started a fire in the back room." He said quietly as he took Sally's arm and strolled away. "With enough accelerant to ensure the evidence is destroyed by the blaze."