The flat gave off a Victorian era feel. The detective.... well Holly wasn't sure what kind of "air" he gave off. She only knew the facts.
Sherlock Holmes. Sociopath? No. Detached and estranged via tragic events. Not up to speed with human nature. Siblings? Gives off the appearance of a younger sibling. Merely a guess. He obviously only cares about a few select things. Such as the Czardas violin that remained slightly worn- but in tact- on it's stand. The fairly organized books that lined the walls and resided on the desk and coffee table. He liked to keep his mind sharp as well as his clothes. He cared about himself, his science equipment... and perhaps his blogger. It was impossible to tell with him vacant of the premises.
"Sit," His voice was baritone, with a hint of boredom. She followed orders, placing the brief case on the bistro in front of the couch.
"I am afraid I can't discuss these openly, I noticed the bugs as I entered. But these are files of things I stumbled across while organizing my father's office last week."
It seems as though he takes the acting bit. Now is the sales pitch, which is the files.
Holly was as nervous as she was excited. Another tool to use to her advantage if it works, a lesson if it doesn't.
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H.Heart~ Moral Compass
RandomEveryone has a moral compass different from one another. Each different. When one learns how to twist that compass, program in to a skewed world view, you have truly learned how the world ticks. It's pretty obvious.
