Ch.10 A Name No One Says A sponsor. Who would sponsor a serial killer? This was a good question indeed, but it wasn’t the first time Eleanor had heard of such a thing. Years ago when she had gotten entangled with a serial killer, these were his exact words to her; “Why you ask? Why am I doing this to yer’? I’m not doin’it for free. I got me’self a sponsor. There’s a nice little incentive waiting for me when I’m through with you.” But why now? Why so many years later? Was it possible these two events were connected somehow? Was someone behind the scenes pulling all the strings? The idea i

Ch.9 Poker Face Staring at the window, John watched as Sherlock got in the car with the cabbie and drove away while Eleanor raced down the sidewalk in the opposite direction, but disappeared out of sight from the window’s perspective. “He just got in a cab…” turning towards Lestrade “…It’s Sherlock. He just drove off in a cab.” “I told you, he does that…” Donovan jumped in with a familiar irritation to Lestrade “…he bloody left again…” bringing her attention back to the kitchen to the rest of the team “…we’re wasting our time!&

Ch.8 I Bet Your Life On it It took a bit of time, but they finally made it back to the flat, the trio entered, filling the small entranceway with huffing and panting while hanging up their coats. “Okay, that was ridiculous,” John panted as he leaned up against the tan and textured colored wall, Eleanor on his right while Sherlock on his left. “That was the most ridiculous thing…I’ve ever done.” “And you invaded Afghanistan,” Sherlock jested, causing the three of them to giggle and laugh. “That wasn’t just me,” John replied, smiling genuinely along with Eleanor and Sherloc

Ch.7 A Side Dish of Danger It wasn’t long before the trio hit the streets of London that was enlivened with night owls, parading about in a typical monotonous fashion. Little did they know they were on the hunting grounds of a killer, a perfect setting for an outing with Sherlock Holmes. “Where are we going?” John asked as he did his best to keep up with Sherlock and Eleanor’s pace, his cane making it just a fraction more difficult. “Northumberland Street’s a five minute walk from here.” “You think he’s stupid enough to go there?” “Nooo, I think he’s brilliant enough

Ch.6 A Three Patch Problem Before hitting the flat, John had the driver take him to his own place, having Eleanor wait inside the car as he goes to grab his pistol from his drawer. Quickly checking the magazine, he clicked it back into the butt of the gun before tucking it into the back of his pant’s waistband and joining up with Eleanor back in the car. After what seemed like hours, the two finally arrived outside of 221 B Baker Street. John turned to the woman beside him who still seemed rather preoccupied with her phone as he requested, “Listen, your boss; any chance you could not tell him this is where we went?” &ldqu