by Mary Christmas (unicorn_76010 at lycos.com)
She had done it. A piece of cake really. Maybe she was a
criminal. But if that was so, why did she feel so...rotten about it?
She looked up at Moriarty, who was smiling with pleasure. "An
excellent job, my dear," he said, taking her hand and bringing it to his
lips. Again, she fought the urge to pull back.
"Now," he said, releasing her hand, "On to bigger game. Fenwick!"
The strange man who had been here earlier walked in. "Yes, Master?"
"Did you get them?" Moriarty asked.
Fenwick nodded. "It wasn't difficult," Fenwick cackled, and she had
the impression that he wasn't all there.
Moriarty grinned evilly. "Perfect." He turned to her and said, "Now,
I want you to get into the Royal Defense Headquarters, and make us some
passkeys and security ID's."
She swallowed and turned back to the monitor. Before she could do
anything, the News on Demand came up.
"There has been a robbery at the Bank of New London. 200,000 credits
have gone missing, and police have not determined how it was done."
She jumped back startled. Moriarty patted her shoulder reassuringly.
"Ignore it and keep going. They won't find us."
She nodded and continued to work her way into the Defense
Holmes frowned as Grayson signed off. Since Lestrade was unable to
work due to her amnesia, he had asked Holmes to look into the robbery.
Holmes had forgone mentioning that Lestrade had gone missing.
"Do you want us to continue looking for the inspector, Mr. Holmes?"
Holmes shook his head. "No, I have a feeling the two cases may be
"You can't mean that Lestrade did this, Holmes!" Watson exclaimed
Holmes shook his head again. "I don't know...It's just a feeling.
Come on, let's go."
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