I Can't Stand You Sherlock

Chapter 38: Mother Goose Made A Good Story

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I pulled my phone out from my pocket to act like I was busy as I sat on the Tube to ovoid people who were looking for a conversation to start. The last thing I wanted to do was talk to some stranger beside me on public transit. 

The plan today was to meet up at the man that Zane told me about in one of his many points of interests. Zane told me about a coffee shop he went to every other day at noon and his favorite clothes shop. With Zane's help I will be easily able to catch him. 

As I worked on this, Sherlock was on his way to get the killer of the guard. As Sherlock and I worked together, we would get this case solved and in the records by this evening.

"You now have arrived a Kings Cross station," a Lady's posh voice said over the intercom.

Knowing that this was my stop, I stood up from my seat as I stuffed my phone in a pocket to my favorite pair of black jeans. I walked to the doors and grabbed a metal railing as I waited for the doors to open to let me out.

"Rori," I heard a voice say from behind me.

I had never heard this voice before but I knew that this must be the man that Zane told me about. He said that he had eyes every where, I guess he was right. I didn't look back at the voice but instead I snapped saying, "what do you want?"

"I heard you were looking for me," he said into my ear as I felt the metal cylinder brush my side and I knew it was a gun. As much as I should be scared, I wasn't. He came to me, in a public place, with cameras all over, this made my job so much easier. I knew that in order to be a ghost he needed to stay hidden, so he wouldn't do anything crazy like pull the trigger of the gun. I didn't move and I made sure to not tense up either. 

"Why don't we take this outside," I said coolly as the doors opened.

"Take one step out that door and your dead." 

I frowned, he couldn't be willing to fire that gun in here. That is unless he was desperate. "Then do you just want me to ride this with everyone on?" I was sure he wouldn't do anything with these people in the car.

"No," he said then snapped his fingers. I watched as everyone on the train get off, so it just left him and me in the train car only.

I raised my eyebrows, wondering how he pulled that stunt off. "Wow, that's special," I said sarcastically and I turned slowly to face who was talking to me. I found myself looking at a man about 27 years old with blonde hair that was styled to the side and dim blue eyes. He was tall with a custom fit suit. He looked successful and I knew he was.

"Nice to finally meet you, Rollin."

He smiled at me pleasantly. "It's always a pleasure to meet you, Rori. I have heard loads about the great Rori Anderson. I never thought I would get a chance to meet but here we are." 

There was something not right with this. Zane told me he hated attention, that he was a ghost. Why was he here? There was something that I was not understanding. This painting must have been more valuable when I thought. This is why Zane wanted me to get him. He wanted to make his move on the painting. "Now why are you coming to me? Shouldn't you be running the other way?" 

He shook his head at me. "No. I came here to warn you that you are in over your head. This case is not just about you and me. This is about billions of dollars in art from Russians and Germans from World War Two."

I chuckled. He was lying about this. I would have heard about such a treasure. "That's a great story, where did you get it? Mother goose?" 

He frowned, not happy with my response. "I'm not making this up. This job is worth more than any job you have ever taken. And I'm only going to say this once, try to get in my way again and I will kill you," he said as he jabbed the gun into my side again to prove a point.