Chapter 28: A God Among Insects
Here in the dark, I have nothing to do but think. Unfortunately, none of my thoughts are the least bit encouraging at the moment.
I’ve been captured by Jim Moriarty, the most dangerous criminal in England
I shake my head grimly.
Correction - in the world.
He sees me as responsible for his current situation
He’s not wrong… I knew exactly what Evanson was doing.
If I’m lucky, he’ll just kill me and be done with it
“There is no such thing as luck,” I mumble in the silence.
I hear a shuffling outside the room, then am momentarily blinded as the room is flooded by harsh fluorescent light again. Several sets of footsteps enter the room - at least 4, by the sound.
As my tightly-closed eyes adjust, I drop my hands and blink rapidly, bringing into focus a group of men.
Moriarty is here.
With his pet.
Keeping my expression as neutral as possible, I scan Sherlock, standing between two burly men, his hands cuffed, his face bruised. What a pair we must make. He snarls, blaming me for his predicament, before they drag him back out of the room and close the door, leaving me alone with the spider and his tiger.
He’s right, you know.
Shut up, Mycroft
Moriarty’s dark eyes sparkle with glee when he speaks with saccharine sweetness.
“What do you want, James? And why does my brother need to be involved?” I glare at him.
“Or was he just a distraction for him?” I nod toward his pet.
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