Sherlock Holmes and his loyal sidekick John are out to save the world. . . again. This time, they're working together with other sociopaths and child geniuses of the secret government agency Thoth, part of the Daedalus project. But when Jack the Rip...
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The train slid to a halt at the station, whistling loudly. The doors opened, and the seven of us got off. The day was warm, but a steady breeze kept it comfortable. None of us were wearing coats -- except, of course, for Sherlock. How he hasn't died of heatstroke yet, I'll never know. He would probably wear that thing in the middle of the desert. Err, I'm getting off-topic.
"So, where to now?" Kelsie asked. In case we would be long, we had each brought a few days' worth of clothes with us in a bag (Sherlock and I had stopped by Baker Street before leaving for the train) and Kelsie slung her pale blue messenger bag over her shoulder.
"Any more mysterious texts?" Angel asked. "That would be the best place to start."
Kelsie shook her head. "Nothing."
"Whoever brought us here wanted us in Hertford for one of two reasons." Sherlock started walking, the rest of us falling in behind. "Which are . . . ?"
"Number one." Liam answered. "To give us information about the killer. This information could be delivered in person by a yet unknown source, or be some kind of clue or mocking statement left by the killer themselves."
"Or," Kayden said the words we had all been thinking, but couldn't say. "It's a trap, and we're all going to die."
No one said anything for a few moments. "Yes, that's a possibility." Sherlock admitted. "But for now, let's find a hotel and get some rooms for the night."
We rented two double-bedded rooms, one for the girls and one for the boys. Sherlock grimaced as he sat down on the bed, sliding his bag underneath. "It's either sleeping with an idiotic teenager who will start whispering to the other when they think we're asleep, or sharing a bed with a chronic snorer."
"Haha." I said flatly, pushing my bag beside his. "I could be saying the same thing about you."
Sherlock looked at me, confused. "I don't snore."
I nodded. "Yes, you do. Remember all the times we've shared hotel rooms? Trust me, you snore." Leaving him there to digest this fact, I went into the girl's room, making sure that they were settled in alright. I went back to the boy's room.
"We're burning daylight. Why are we still here?" Kayden sighed, kicking his feet restlessly.
Sherlock didn't even look up from his phone. "Because we need data. We can't just go rushing in without a plan."
"But we don't even know where we're running in to." Liam said quietly.
Sherlock made a throwing off gesture with his hands. "Listen, I'll figure it out. I just need some time. It's about time to eat, right? Go with John and get some food."
Collecting the girls, we went to a sandwich shop not far from the hotel. I let everyone order their own food first, hanging behind to look around the shop. After the Hound of the Baskervilles mystery and finding the meat order in the vegetarian restaurant, I always tried to be alert when entering somewhere new or suspicious. Nothing particular caught my eye, but I did notice a man standing outside the restaurant who seemed a little odd.
