The Death Game

Chapter 36

-Same night, 221B-

John and Sherlock made their way rapidly to Baker Street, inside 221B and up to their flat. The detective walked rapidly into the living room, pulling his scarf off and then his coat off as he went across to the laptop placed on the living room table. He sat down at the table with a confused face while John went over to the window and looked out.

''Four assassins living right on our doorstep. They didn't come here to kill me; they have to keep me alive.'' Sherlock stated, ''I've got something that all of them want, but if one of them approaches me...''

''... The others kill them before they can get it.'' a faint unrecognizable voice said.

The sound of the familiar, yet small voice, made both John and Sherlock quickly jerk their way in the direction. The whole flat was sunk into darkness; it was impossible to find the face of the person that had spoken. Suddenly, a small lamp next to the large red armchair lit up, revealing the person that was sitting on the armchair.

Juliet Waters.

She was sitting bleary-eyed and slumped on the red armchair, sipping her way slowly through a full cup of boiling tea. Suddenly, due to the boiling water, she spat out the tea. Her jaw went slack and her face drained of all colours. She turned white as a sheet. Her eyes glazed over blankly and her smile crooked up. Sherlock and John ran their way to her.

''Juliet! What in the bloody hell are you doing!'' John exclaimed as he squatted down next to the chair, ''You're supposed to be at the hospital!''

''Got bored.'' she smirked as she put down her cup, ''I mean I thought the food here was bad but god, have you tried the hospital's? Repulsive.''

''You need to go back now.'' John replied sternly, ''You still need attention.''

''But it's boring there.'' the girl whined before turning to Sherlock, ''There's a surveillance web closing in on you right now. Check your computer.''

Sherlock then grunted in agreement and ran back to the computer, he typed rapidly on the laptop, navigating away from a website and calling up a lost of local Wi-Fi networks. There were five of them and he checked their signal strength and the names of the networks.

''All of the attention is focused on me.'' he whispered as he ran his finger along the table, ''She's right. We're being watched.''

Shortly after gazing into the distance to think for a moment, Sherlock hurried around the room, checking for dust on all furniture. Checking the dust to see if any object had been moved in the last few weeks. He lifted his hand from the latest piece of furniture that he had been running his finger along, and twirled his finger dramatically in the air. John shook his head as Juliet tried to speak up. By now, Sherlock was climbing on the furniture to look more closely at the top shelves of the bookcase to the left of the fireplace.

''Sherlock.'' Juliet mumbled as she tried to stay awake, ''Bookshelf... fireplace, behind the huge book.''

All the sudden, the downstairs' doorbell rung, John hurried out of the room. Giving a quick glance at Juliet, Sherlock then climbed down and now checked in the eye sockets of the skull on the mantelpiece before climbing onto small tables on the other side of the fireplace to look at the bookshelves there. Checking the books on the top shelf, he seemed to realize that the big one on the far right had more movement around it than it ought and he pushed it deeper into the shelf, revealing a camera stuck on the side. As he reached up to remove it, Lestrade came into the room.

''No, Inspector.'' Sherlock announced as he turned around, still concentrating on removing the camera.

''What?'' Lestrade asked in confusion.