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Authors: Amelia Price
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that she'd found her back door ajar, she knew someone must
have come in, but there was no sign she could see that anyone had
been there but her. She could call the police and get them to look
over the house, but with nothing taken they were unlikely to think
there was a serious crime to investigate. It would be more likely
that they'd think she'd left the door open herself, as other people
might have.
No, the police
wouldn't be of any use. However, Myron might. The second she
thought of the elder Holmes brother she wondered if it had actually
been a man of his, if not the man himself, and shot up to go to her
handbag. She emptied the contents out onto the coffee table,
sending her favourite nail varnish bottle, her lipstick, keys and
the phone he'd given her flying across the surface.
“Oops,” she said
aloud to the empty room. After a quick glance she realised nothing
had been left there either and hastily shoved everything but the
phone back inside. She could reorganise it in the morning. There
was nothing new there, but she picked up her phone and considered
messaging him.
Several times she
typed out a text but each time she deleted it again. After staring
at the blank screen for several seconds she put the phone away.
Already she knew what Myron would say. He'd tell her to suck it up
and get on with it. Fear wasn't something she could let get the
better of her.
It took her only a
minute to come up with her own plan of action. Until morning, there
was little she could do, so she picked up one of her dining chairs
and wedged it underneath the back door handle. The following day
she'd fit a bolt on the door, but until then, if someone wanted to
get into her house, they'd wake her up doing it.
Knowing she had an
extra barrier of defence, she took her small blade along with her
phone back to her bedroom with her. She then propped another chair
under the handle of that door. An extra layer of obstacles never
hurt.
Despite the
precautions, Amelia felt wide awake once she was curled up under
her duvet again. More than once, an errant sound made her open her
eyes, but nothing of importance happened, and eventually her own
tiredness conquered the lingering fear.
Chapter 8
Another email made
the laptop bing and disturbed Mycroft from his reading. In the last
half hour, he'd put together the final pieces of his negotiating
material with Kendel. As Mycroft opened the tab with his emails on,
he noticed his younger brother had finally chipped in on the case
as well.
Found some
twitter pictures. Attached for your reference. There's at least two
mistresses.
Mycroft sighed,
satisfied that Kendel would cooperate with him.
“Take us to the
reporter's house, Daniels. We're done.”
“Yes, sir.”
Daniels started the car engine up again and pulled out of the
little woodland parking space he'd found for Mycroft to sit and
work in peace and quiet. As Mycroft's stomach rumbled, he realised
it was long gone dinner time, and neither he nor the chauffeur had
eaten anything since breakfast.
Just like his
younger brother, he tended to forgo eating while working on
something important, but unlike the junior Holmes sibling, it
hadn't helped him stay slim. If anything, it appeared to do the
opposite. When he did eat, his body stored as much as possible as
fat.
He put food out of
his mind and prepared himself for the next meeting. It couldn't go
wrong this time. The final article would need to go to print in the
next couple of hours. For now, only he and Amelia knew what the new
day's headline would be.
Feeling confident,
Mycroft got out of the car and knocked at the front door of the
four-bedroom detached house the reporter lived in with his wife and
kids. A minute later Kendel answered.
“I thought I made
it clear that you aren't changing my mind,” Kendel said and tried
to slam the door. Mycroft stuck his arm out and held it open.
Despite the reporter's best efforts, it remained where it was.
“I mean it.
have come in, but there was no sign she could see that anyone had
been there but her. She could call the police and get them to look
over the house, but with nothing taken they were unlikely to think
there was a serious crime to investigate. It would be more likely
that they'd think she'd left the door open herself, as other people
might have.
No, the police
wouldn't be of any use. However, Myron might. The second she
thought of the elder Holmes brother she wondered if it had actually
been a man of his, if not the man himself, and shot up to go to her
handbag. She emptied the contents out onto the coffee table,
sending her favourite nail varnish bottle, her lipstick, keys and
the phone he'd given her flying across the surface.
“Oops,” she said
aloud to the empty room. After a quick glance she realised nothing
had been left there either and hastily shoved everything but the
phone back inside. She could reorganise it in the morning. There
was nothing new there, but she picked up her phone and considered
messaging him.
Several times she
typed out a text but each time she deleted it again. After staring
at the blank screen for several seconds she put the phone away.
Already she knew what Myron would say. He'd tell her to suck it up
and get on with it. Fear wasn't something she could let get the
better of her.
It took her only a
minute to come up with her own plan of action. Until morning, there
was little she could do, so she picked up one of her dining chairs
and wedged it underneath the back door handle. The following day
she'd fit a bolt on the door, but until then, if someone wanted to
get into her house, they'd wake her up doing it.
Knowing she had an
extra barrier of defence, she took her small blade along with her
phone back to her bedroom with her. She then propped another chair
under the handle of that door. An extra layer of obstacles never
hurt.
Despite the
precautions, Amelia felt wide awake once she was curled up under
her duvet again. More than once, an errant sound made her open her
eyes, but nothing of importance happened, and eventually her own
tiredness conquered the lingering fear.
Chapter 8
Another email made
the laptop bing and disturbed Mycroft from his reading. In the last
half hour, he'd put together the final pieces of his negotiating
material with Kendel. As Mycroft opened the tab with his emails on,
he noticed his younger brother had finally chipped in on the case
as well.
Found some
twitter pictures. Attached for your reference. There's at least two
mistresses.
Mycroft sighed,
satisfied that Kendel would cooperate with him.
“Take us to the
reporter's house, Daniels. We're done.”
“Yes, sir.”
Daniels started the car engine up again and pulled out of the
little woodland parking space he'd found for Mycroft to sit and
work in peace and quiet. As Mycroft's stomach rumbled, he realised
it was long gone dinner time, and neither he nor the chauffeur had
eaten anything since breakfast.
Just like his
younger brother, he tended to forgo eating while working on
something important, but unlike the junior Holmes sibling, it
hadn't helped him stay slim. If anything, it appeared to do the
opposite. When he did eat, his body stored as much as possible as
fat.
He put food out of
his mind and prepared himself for the next meeting. It couldn't go
wrong this time. The final article would need to go to print in the
next couple of hours. For now, only he and Amelia knew what the new
day's headline would be.
Feeling confident,
Mycroft got out of the car and knocked at the front door of the
four-bedroom detached house the reporter lived in with his wife and
kids. A minute later Kendel answered.
“I thought I made
it clear that you aren't changing my mind,” Kendel said and tried
to slam the door. Mycroft stuck his arm out and held it open.
Despite the reporter's best efforts, it remained where it was.
“I mean it.
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