Old Money Madness

29. Sherlock's Drunk Killer

"I'm so sorry." 

"Really? We get one fucking day off from all this CSI crime-fighting bullshit and you have to go back to New York! The same place that blonde whore lives!" 

"Darling I understand you're mad-"

"Mad doesn't even begin to explain it. Really?" I was beyond mad, I was irate. I was willing to do all that sappy love stuff today, just for him and his old boss needs to speak with him about god knows what. 

"River I'll make it up to you." 

"Oh, you will, but right now I need you to go home and pack your bags while I stay here cursing your name out and playing loud music." 

"You're really going to do that?" He tried to suppress a laugh. 

"Yes, yelling is medicine in my book." 

"Alright River." He walked over to me and kissed the top of my nose, "I'll see you two days, accounting for traveling of course." 

"See ya." I waved him off and turned to head into my kitchen. 

Daisy was already there brewing some fresh coffee. A saddened look on her face. "My apologies Miss that Mr. Quinn won't be able to join you during your relaxing day." 

"Perfectly fine Daisy. That's what vodka and cigarettes are for, it's the type of thing that keeps you warm on cold lonely nights." 

"Miss what about your recovery?" 

"I went to the clinic to stop spiraling and harming myself and Dox. You know alcohol and my cigs could never be a vice for me." I smiled pulling out a single cigarette from my pocket. "Good thing I have millions of these stashed all over the house." 

"You must be joking?" 

"Nope. That's just the River way." 

"Miss have some lunch." 

"Actually I have to pack. I'm going up North." 

"For one day? How far up North?" 

"I was aiming for Maryland as a gateway to Washington DC. I want to see what those white wigs are going in the houses that run our government." 

"You've never expressed any interest before." 

"Well, I didn't think I'd fall in love or be back in the graces of money, so shit happens, and pages turn. River's going to Washington." 

I left the kitchen and packed. I was used to always having random sporadic vacations when the Knight family was involved. Since my departure after high school, having vacations and get-aways were now planned and saved adventures.  

Filling some brand new designer bag with my college streetwear clothes was the closest oxymoron I had ever experienced. 

"While I am definitely nothing close to drunk enough to start narrating, I missed my regal life in France with the birds that sing whenever I move the slightest finger." 

I folded the rest of my baggy jeans into my bag and headed out the hallway. Overlooking the front door over the railing, I tossed the bag over the edge. 

"Miss! What was that loud noise?" 

"My parent's legacy hitting the floor." 

"What does that mean?" 

"There might be scratches on the floor and I think all my clothes fell out." 

"I'll pick it up right away Miss."