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Grace's POV

I understood parts of the riddle, but I had to face reality. I had no clue what the riddle meant. Let alone, trying to understand POCKET. But I knew that I couldn't withhold evidence from the police. I was already pretending to be a private investigator. I was surprised they even fell for that.

Eventually, I just put the piece of paper right back where it was in the first place, and walked into the building. I figured if all of the police were too busy chasing a gunman, no one would try to investigate the 25th floor. And I saw why. The floor was a maze. From what I knew, Moriarty owned half of it. Surprised that the police didn't interrogate him first, I started with his door.

He had an elaborate security system, from what I could tell. A 3-digit pass code to get into his home. I typed in POC immediately, because I thought like a Sherlock—the three pointless words, their beginning letters, on the sheet. I liked being a Sherlock. I felt smart.

The door opened. I walked in slowly, and the door almost hit me in the face. Apparently, it stayed open for five seconds before slamming to a shut. I knew this wouldn't be the only security measure Moriarty would have in store.

Being careful about where I stepped, I tiptoed through the house before coming to another door labeled "X." Dumb Moriarty, I thought. We give him more credit than he deserves.

Turns out I was the dumb one. I touched the door, and lasers started shooting out of no where. I dropped to the floor, and part of my hair was singed off.

"Damn Moriarty," I said, looking at my lopsided hair. I decided my next best move would be to try to move to a wall, and then stand up. It was my best chance. As I was inching along the wooden floors, I must have hit a button that was hidden, because all of a sudden, a pendulum swung from above and swung across the room. Not that lasers were hard. Of course not.

I finally reached the wall, and I stood up, flat against it, as flat as I could, and looked around. I couldn't move anywhere. I'd just have to try my luck.

I saw a distant button panel in the corner of my eye. It was only ten feet away. I figured I could make it until then. Slowly dropping back to the floor the same way I rose to my feet, I inched my way over to the panel. I stood up, flat against the wall, but I was too close to the wall, that I couldn't touch any buttons.

"Damn it!" I said, then slipped back down to the floor, inched a foot over, stood up, and reached for the button panel. Only problem was, I couldn't see what the buttons were labeled. Of course not, because that would be too easy. I reached for the one I though would help me and pressed it. I hoped for the best.

I got the lasers to stop, but as if life hated me enough, nothing happened. Which meant something was going to happen.

I took only a few steps forward, and a trap door appeared underneath my foot. I took a step back. Great.

I took a few more steps, and another trap door. But this time, I heard something from the trap door. I heard voices.

"No, no, no, that's not how it works, my person. I tell you what to do, and you will do it. Remember, deals can be broken."

Moriarty.