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Chapter 4: And The Wedding [EDITED]

I stand and wander into the kitchen to make myself a drink. From the sitting room, I hear Sherlock muttering rapidly under his breath while John repeatedly tells him to "shut up."

I hide a smile as I stir my tea.

Carrying my mug back through, I find nothing has changed. Sherlock is miles away in his Mind Palace, staring blankly into space, while John sits comfortably in his armchair reading the newspaper.

Boring.

I take my drink upstairs, drain the last mouthful, and pull up the details of a case on my new smartphone.

Four missing women.

No bodies.

No witnesses.

Too many similarities to ignore.

I shrug on my coat, lace up my boots, and head back downstairs.

Stopping outside the sitting room door, I call, "I'm heading out for a bit. Don't wait up."

Before John can object to me wandering around London alone, I'm already out of the front door.

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Twenty minutes later, the taxi pulls up outside Scotland Yard.

I pay the driver before making my way inside, weaving through the familiar corridors until I reach DI Greg Lestrade's office.

"Morning, weirdo!" Sally Donovan calls after me. "How's the other Watson?"

I don't even acknowledge her.

Some things simply aren't worth the effort.

"Mykala!" Greg calls as I step into his office. He hurriedly finishes a phone call. "Sorry, I've got to go."

He hangs up, grabs a doughnut from the box on his desk and gestures towards the chair opposite him.

"What can I do for you?"

I sit.

"I've got a case."

That immediately has his attention.

"Four women have disappeared over the last six months. All have black hair and blue eyes. All lived close to the Thames. All attended traditional Indian weddings on the nights they vanished, leaving early before disappearing without a trace."

Greg frowns.

"I've spoken to Emily already. There's another wedding tonight along the Thames. She's meeting us there."

He nods thoughtfully.

"I'll send my two best officers. Text me the address."

"Will do."

As I leave his office, I nearly walk straight into a familiar face.

"Mykala!"

Rosamund Fitzgerald.

My best friend from Australia.

She grins, holding up two garment bags.

"I brought the saris."

I laugh.

"You're a lifesaver."

Linking arms, we head towards the public toilets to change.

A few minutes later we're both dressed appropriately, climbing into another taxi bound for the wedding venue.

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The reception is already in full swing by the time we arrive.

Roz circles the perimeter, casually scouting exits while I wait outside for Greg's officers.