Sherlock Holmes and the mysterious woman

The Message

"How do they know who I am?" I say trying to sound confident even though I am failing. I keep staring at the phone as if this was all just a hallucination and i'm going crazy, but it doesn't change and reality hits me. This person knows I have the phone. This person knows who I am, What if they know where I am...what if they're watching me. I kept staring at the phone and thinking before the cab stops and were at baker street. I get out of the car and walk into the house keeping the phone in my hands. I kept glancing at the phone wondering if there would be a new message, wondering if that's it, if this is the only and last time they will text me. I walk into my complex and hang up my jacket without noticing that Watson was behind me.  All I had on my mind was the message. I quickly sit down and stare at the message hoping that I might see something, find something, anything to help me figure out who this is. Then they text me again.

                               {10am, London tube, tomorrow -NR}

NR? Are those initials? I spring out of my seat and check the time. 7pm. Fifteen hours. How can I wait fifteen hours? "Watson, I need you to find anyone with the initials NR" I ask looking at Watson for a second. Watson doesn't even question me and he goes onto his computer. Then I sit back down my mind racing through any possible hints and clues on who this person is. I then look back at the phone screen. Should I text them? I pick up the phone and start to type. I stare at what I type for a couple seconds. Then I hit send and watch as it goes to sent and then to read.

                                          {You can't hide forever}

There typing. I stare as the bubbles slowly go up and then down, then the message appears.

               {I can, but I won't. See you tomorrow Mr.Holmes -NR}

NR. Again. They're giving me hints. They want me to figure out who they are. They won't. Is that a threat? A puzzle? Do they expect me to solve it? Will i be meeting this person tomorrow? I check the time. 7:10. Fourteen hours and fifty minutes to wait. What can I do? What will I do? I have no information except their possible initials. I glance at Watson who is now writing on a piece of paper. Presumably a list of names. I get out of my seat and walk over to Watson. I stand behind him looking at his list of names. Neil Rodrigo? Nathan Robinson? Nolan Roberts? None of them sound right. Then I stop. That name. It's familiar, but how? I pull out my phone and search up the name. Yes. I found them, it has to be them. I read their report. 

Arrested for murder, hacking, kidnapping, torture, assault, robbery, man slaughter and other. 

I read the text and keep scrolling. Then I stopped. No.No, no, no, no, no! The article said: 

NR has now escaped prison, we suspect that a group of people had killed most of the security guards and possibly kidnapped the rest. The police are investigating the escape and we assure you we will find who helped them. 

They cant be back. I put them in prison, i can do it again right? I rushed around the room panicking."Are you alright Holmes?" Watson asked. "No,I am not" I say. "Their back Watson, I put them in Prison and now their back. They're out to get me i just know it."  "Who?" Watson asked.

                                                        "Nancy Rodgers."