The Angel And The Devil

17

"Do you want a french fancie."
"No." Uncle John says as he hails a cab. "ST Barts hospital." He says. I unwrap a pink one and put it in my mouth.
"So wha are we gonna doth?" I say showering Uncle John in crumbs. He grumbles and turns away from me. "Where are we.."
"Just shut up Claudette. Please." He says, his brow furrowed. "I need to think."
"God."
We turn pass by the lit lampposts.  The bulbs reflecting on the window.
"Actually can we stop off at 221b Baker Street?"
"Sure." He says in an Irish accent
"Are you from around here?" Asks uncle.
"No. I'm from Ireland." This cab driver is my spirit animal.
"Oh yes. Sorry."
"This is it. "
"Can you wait?"
"Well I'm not going to drive off without my money."
"Oh. Claudette stay here." Uncle says and unlocks the flat door.

"Sorry about him."
"It's ok. "
"He's a bit stressed. My uncle has leaked information about my dad to his arch enermy.  Now he can destroy my dad." I say slowing down at the end because of how stupid it sounds.
"Sounds fun. That your dad?"
"No he's my Uncle John. Though not really my uncle but his close friend? I call him uncle John though."
"Your Dad's that investigator guy ain't he?"
"Yeah. Sherlock Holmes."
"And your uncle John is the guy who blogs about it."
"Pretty much."
"Yeah I like his blog. Don't know about that website though.  Science of thingy. "
"Science of Deduction? Not many people do. It's useful.  For clients."
"Mm. What you doing now?"
"I worked out we're going to St Barts to talk to Dad about ways he can not be destroyed."
"Worked out?"
"Yeah." I say leaning forward. "I can tell most things about you by looking but Dad does it better."
"Go on then; Hawkeye.  Work me out."
"Um ok." I say. "Your 35? Ex smoker but occasionally has one. Married twice.  Driving cabs for 4 years?"
"5 years. But cool. Pretty fricken cool."
"You can swear if you want. I can swear in 15 different languages. " "Wow."
"Indeed."
Uncle John swings open the door. "Sorry."
"Got all the coffee you need?" I say. Uncle sighs. 
"Hope she hasn't been annoying." "No. Quite the opposite. Very interesting. "
"Sorry." He says as a precaution.

As we roll down the London Lanes Our driver says:
"I like your blog."
"Cheers." Uncle John says blushing a little.
"Don't know about the website science of corruption."
"Deduction. "
"That." Our driver says.
"If that what your into then it's interesting I guess." Uncle John says.
"I like it." I say, feeling a great need go protect Dad.
"Yeah but your Sherlock's daughter."
"Well I apologise for being born." I fire back.
"Claudette! " Uncle John scowls.  We pull up.
"I'll see you inside." I spit and slam the taxi door.