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Authors: Amelia Price
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messages tucked into the
notebook, or left any possible evidence behind, Amelia put
everything away and went to catch her final train for the day.
As she stood on
the platform, she couldn't help but feel pleased with herself and
knew from the looks some of the other passengers gave her that she
must have a slightly dorky grin plastered across her face. It only
made her smile even more. Completing Myron's challenges always gave
her a sense of satisfaction she'd not found anywhere else.
Not long after
Amelia was sat on the final train, Myron sent her a message.
Article
received.
She rolled her
eyes at the brevity once again and tapped out a reply.
Thanks for
letting me know. I've also been working on that little maths
problem you gave me. The answer is 79. That's two down and one
almost complete. Very curious about what they're for. How's
everything going with your ink slinger? Has he bent to your will
yet?
Once the message
was sent, Amelia tucked the phone away and sat back. It would be a
surprise for Myron to reply right away unless he had already solved
the problem, so she had time to do something she wanted as long as
she kept her eye out for whatever number might be coming her way
next.
A dull headache
put Amelia off the idea of reading or writing for the last few
hours of the journey, and her phone was so low on battery after all
the research she'd used it for that she didn't dare listen to
music. This gave her little else to do but watch the scenery go
by.
By the time she
reached Bath she was bored and had dozed off several times in the
two hours between the first stop and her last. She eagerly got into
the first cab she saw outside the station and asked to be taken
home. It may have been a good day, but she was exhausted. As the
driver pulled off, she glanced backwards and saw the now familiar
furry hat on the same stern face. Three times in one day she'd seen
the same man. It could only be one of Myron's people, and she found
herself hoping she hadn't missed anything in the last few
hours.
Over fourteen
hours after she left the house, she walked back through the front
door. Dropping her handbag on the coffee table, she went straight
to her kitchen to fix herself a drink and a piece of toast before
she went to bed. She wouldn't normally eat when she planned to go
to sleep right after, but today could be an exception to her
rule.
While she was
waiting for the toast to pop, she fetched a small vase, filled it
with water and placed her solitary rose inside. It looked a little
wilted around the edges, but considering how well travelled it was
she knew it was doing well. Even if it didn't recover, it brought a
smile to her face to know it was from Myron after all.
A little after
ten, Amelia was removing her corset and easing the aches out of her
legs. By half past, she was curled up under her thick duvet in her
comfiest big t-shirt. Ignoring the book on the night stand, she
flicked the reading lamp out and plunged herself into darkness.
Immediately, her
mind woke up, and she realised Myron hadn't replied to let her know
what had happened with the reporter. For the next few seconds she
deliberated over getting up to fetch the phone, but she realised it
was still in her handbag on the coffee table. As her body warmed up
the bed, she grew less and less inclined to get out, and her mind
finally gave in to the tiredness she felt.
Just as her mind
was wandering into dreams of Mycroft, the immortal Holmes brother,
interrogating her over knowing his secret, the sound of a door
clacking shut wrenched her back into an awake state. Her heart
began to pound as her eyes flew open.
She saw the clock
first, reading 23:03 in its crisp red lines. For a few seconds, she
listened for any more sounds, not completely sure if she'd heard
her own door shutting or just imagined it to wake herself up from
the nightmare threatening to happen.
When she realised
she was wide awake, Amelia chucked back the covers and got
notebook, or left any possible evidence behind, Amelia put
everything away and went to catch her final train for the day.
As she stood on
the platform, she couldn't help but feel pleased with herself and
knew from the looks some of the other passengers gave her that she
must have a slightly dorky grin plastered across her face. It only
made her smile even more. Completing Myron's challenges always gave
her a sense of satisfaction she'd not found anywhere else.
Not long after
Amelia was sat on the final train, Myron sent her a message.
Article
received.
She rolled her
eyes at the brevity once again and tapped out a reply.
Thanks for
letting me know. I've also been working on that little maths
problem you gave me. The answer is 79. That's two down and one
almost complete. Very curious about what they're for. How's
everything going with your ink slinger? Has he bent to your will
yet?
Once the message
was sent, Amelia tucked the phone away and sat back. It would be a
surprise for Myron to reply right away unless he had already solved
the problem, so she had time to do something she wanted as long as
she kept her eye out for whatever number might be coming her way
next.
A dull headache
put Amelia off the idea of reading or writing for the last few
hours of the journey, and her phone was so low on battery after all
the research she'd used it for that she didn't dare listen to
music. This gave her little else to do but watch the scenery go
by.
By the time she
reached Bath she was bored and had dozed off several times in the
two hours between the first stop and her last. She eagerly got into
the first cab she saw outside the station and asked to be taken
home. It may have been a good day, but she was exhausted. As the
driver pulled off, she glanced backwards and saw the now familiar
furry hat on the same stern face. Three times in one day she'd seen
the same man. It could only be one of Myron's people, and she found
herself hoping she hadn't missed anything in the last few
hours.
Over fourteen
hours after she left the house, she walked back through the front
door. Dropping her handbag on the coffee table, she went straight
to her kitchen to fix herself a drink and a piece of toast before
she went to bed. She wouldn't normally eat when she planned to go
to sleep right after, but today could be an exception to her
rule.
While she was
waiting for the toast to pop, she fetched a small vase, filled it
with water and placed her solitary rose inside. It looked a little
wilted around the edges, but considering how well travelled it was
she knew it was doing well. Even if it didn't recover, it brought a
smile to her face to know it was from Myron after all.
A little after
ten, Amelia was removing her corset and easing the aches out of her
legs. By half past, she was curled up under her thick duvet in her
comfiest big t-shirt. Ignoring the book on the night stand, she
flicked the reading lamp out and plunged herself into darkness.
Immediately, her
mind woke up, and she realised Myron hadn't replied to let her know
what had happened with the reporter. For the next few seconds she
deliberated over getting up to fetch the phone, but she realised it
was still in her handbag on the coffee table. As her body warmed up
the bed, she grew less and less inclined to get out, and her mind
finally gave in to the tiredness she felt.
Just as her mind
was wandering into dreams of Mycroft, the immortal Holmes brother,
interrogating her over knowing his secret, the sound of a door
clacking shut wrenched her back into an awake state. Her heart
began to pound as her eyes flew open.
She saw the clock
first, reading 23:03 in its crisp red lines. For a few seconds, she
listened for any more sounds, not completely sure if she'd heard
her own door shutting or just imagined it to wake herself up from
the nightmare threatening to happen.
When she realised
she was wide awake, Amelia chucked back the covers and got
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