The Death Game

Chapter 11

As Juliet awoke, her head was aching and her small legs felt heavy. She tried moving her upper half, trying to rest unto her meagre arms yet failing and slumping over the small bunk she had been resting on for god knows how long. She rested her head on the pillow. She stayed still, only her slender arms leaving her sides to go softly hit the floor. She laid there motionless in the cold room, taking in her surroundings.

A small, hard bed. A hospital bed? Yes, judging by the rest of the room. It was small and white, light barely passing through the closed window. She knew those beds, she had been here many times before yet it only came to her as she took in the state of the floor. She recognized the floor, managing to make out the familiar blue and white tiles in the darkness of the room. There was only one place in London that held such horrible and uncomfortable beds with a hard white and blue floor like this, St. Barth's. She was at St. Bath's Hospital. Suddenly the door swung open, revealing the petite outline of a woman. Standing in the doorway, she made her way to the girl on the bed who squinted her eyes at the one standing. Abygaëlle.

''Change the bloody beds.'' were Juliet's first words, ''They're bloody terrible.''

''Glad to see you're in such a good mood.'' her friend replied crouching down next to the bed, ''Good job yesterday... saved a kid's life.''

''Did I? Oh... sweet, I'm finally a hero.'' the tall girl answered shaking her hands in the air, ''Did we found the bomber yet?''

''No, he still remains a mystery.'' Aby continued, ''Sherlock and John found another clue though... you know the memory stick with the missile plans the government lost? Yeah, Sherlock thinks Andrew West's fiancée, Lucy Harrison... well he thinks her brother Joe might have stolen the memory stick.''

''The memory stick was a clue all along? ... that was actually part of the bomber's game all along?'' Juliet thought in her head, and she had known the information all along, not thinking it was ever connected to the bombings. Now both Sherlock, John and Juliet were on the same level. All eager to figure out who this mysterious man was.

''Uhm... interesting I guess.'' was all she had to say.

''Yeah... I forgive you you know? For running out on me yesterday.'' her friend mocked, ''Want to help me hold brains again?''

''Sorry, gotta dash!'' Juliet stated, quickly getting up, staggering around for a few seconds before getting her head straight. She put on her trench coat and quickly walked out the room, ''Sorry about the brains Aby, but it's a matter of extreme importance!''

''Brains don't bite, you utter arse!'' Abygaëlle screamed from the other side of the corridor. Quickly remembering something, she ran all the way to her friend who was already halfway down the stairs, ''Juls! Someone left a message for you! I put it on a post-it note on your phone!'', she screamed from the top of the stairs.

''Who!'' Juliet stopped in mid-action, screaming from the bottom of the staircase.

''Jim from I.T!'' Aby replied giving her friend a small wink.

-Joe Harrison's flat-

Taking the first cab to Joe's flat, Juliet slowly made her way to his door. Ringing again and again yet no one answered, she then took out a small knife from her purse, crouching down she picked the door and shuffled inside. The small staircase was blocked by a large pile of bicycles, helmets and newspapers. She made her way pass the accumulation and up the short flight of stairs, walking straight into the small living room. No one was home. John and Sherlock weren't here yet and luckily neither was Joe Harrison, our suspect. 

She waited. Waited for someone or something to show up.

Bored out of her wits she went over to the large glass window and pulled back the curtain. She grinned in satisfaction at what greeted her outside. Outside the window was a one-storey extension, the roof of which could be easily climbed unto from the window. The extension spread all the way to the bottom of the garden which ended in a wall, and directly on the other side of the wall is a railway line. The exact railway line that led to where Andrew West was found dead. She dropped to her knees and slowly examined the edge of the window sill. She smiled at the sight of small droplets of dried blood on the white painted wood.