The same routine, year after year. She took the same items out at the beginning of December and put them all away again a month later. In between, she was just as alone in her flat, just as lost in her writing. Except this year she'd done something different, more adventurous. She'd gone to the f...
The day had been a rollercoaster of emotions but it was ending well. Mycroft and his games were already dictating most of her mood swings. She'd been nervous about finding the letter in her room and being pickpocketed, but he'd made her feel more at ease when he'd told her that both actions were ...
The combination of a message from Myron, her nerves at starting a brand new book tour, and the rain that had only stopped in the early hours of the morning, had prevented her from getting much sleep. With a groan, she glanced at the bedside clock. It was a few minutes before six, but she wouldn't...
It had seemed like she'd come so close to being discovered, and then the car had just pulled off. Many hours later she was still shut up in the dark and still on her way to Russia. To add to the discomfort, she needed to pee again. Like before, she'd tried to count out rough hours. She'd got to n...
Shortly before nightfall, he made one final trip to pick up the last piece of equipment. With it safely nestled in his pocket he walked back into the hotel suite. Sherlock gave him a nod of acknowledgement, and Amelia smiled from her seat at the table. Both were ready and waiting. “We'll leave in...
The reporter still hadn't responded, and he was already growing angry. If they only knew how much power he wielded they would have replied instantly. He could have mentioned it, but he knew people rarely believed the depths of a threat. Human nature seemed to see a threat as a challenge, and Mycr...