Sherlock Holmes and the mysterious woman

Preparation

Watson stops writing and looks at me. "But she's been in prison for 5 years" Watson says trying to wave away my fear. "She escaped" I say urgently. "What time is it" I mutter to myself and check my watch. 8:00. Fourteen hours until I meet up with her. I need to find out more about her. I look at my phone that's still in my hand and try to find more information about her. I find some articles that are all about her escape and her imprisonment. Then there was another odd articles from a couple weeks ago.

Police found security guards tied up and barely alive. It is reported that they were taken to an unknown building and tortured. After the security guards were in the hospital for a couple days the police interviewed them, The police did not tell us much about what they said but what we do know is that the famous killer Nancy Rodgers was the kidnapper. It is reported that the security guards were the ones who were there when she escaped. If you have seen anything that may help this investigation please call the police. Stay safe out there.

"Shes out to get me"I mutter and then look at the windows. She could be watching me. I quickly closed the curtains and stared at the floor, I probably looked terrified since Watson asked me if I needed to go to bed a bit early. I shook my head and sat back down. "Watson, I think that she is out to kill me" I say as I kept staring forward. "Should we call the police?" Watson asked "Maybe they could bring some officers here to make sure no one is watching." "No, we can't risk her knowing that we know who she is." I say quickly. Watson nods and sits down in his armchair. "How long until you have to meet her?" He asks. I checked the time, 8:30pm. How has the time passed so quickly? "Thirteen hours and thirty minutes." I say. Watson signs and says "I'm going to bed, Maybe it will make the time pass faster." He gets up and walks to his room. "Night" I say. "Night" he repeats. Then his door closes and it's just me in the room. Me and my thoughts. How can I sleep with all of this on my mind? How can I just forget until tomorrow? I keep staring at the wall. I keep thinking, waiting for tomorrow. Then somehow I fell asleep. I woke up startled as I didn't expect to even sleep for a minute. I get out of my seat and then check the time. 8:47am, I slept for twelve hours. I sigh. Yes, I had those sleep pills before I got to the scene this morning. I go into my room and put on some new less dirty clothes and as I am walking back to the kitchen I see that Watson has gotten out of his room and is making tea. "Would you like a cup?" He asks me. "Yes" I say sharper than I expected but Watson doesn't notice and he pours two cups of tea. He gives me one and I take a sip. "Thank you" I say, trying not to sound too nervous about the now very close meeting with NR. Its now 9:00. One hour until the meeting. I glance at the phone that she texts me from. Then I realised, Why would she want to meet me? Wouldn't she just find me when i'm on the streets and kidnap me. Is this part of her game? I kept thinking to myself, my hands warm from the cup of tea. I take another sip and sit down in my chair. I closed my eyes and was immersed in my thoughts. Why would she want to meet me? Does she want to kill me? Maybe she wants to trick me? Is this another one of her puzzles. My brain goes to the last time I saw her. I was on a murder case, she was playing games with me. Just like this case. Is she fixing her mistake? I sigh and open my eyes, Watson is now sitting in his armchair and maybe he's thinking too? I check the time. 9:23. Around thirty more minutes. How far away is the London tube? I check my phone. Five minutes away. I'll leave at 9:50. Which means, I still have around twenty minutes to wait. I get up and stand in front of the window. The curtains are still closed,I open them slightly and look out of them. There are cars and people, not Nancy. I breathe a sigh of relief. What was I thinking? She's not going to be there. I open the curtains fully and keep watching the rush of London. I felt a bit more relaxed now knowing I'm acting crazy. I kept standing at that window, watching. "9:45" Watson reminds me. I look away from the window and walk over to my coat and put it on. I look at Watson. "Wish me luck." Watson nods and I walk out of the complex. I breathe in the fresh air. Here we go.