Miss Moriarty is Holmes!

Chapter 3: You scared me Moran

After three interviews, I went to a coffee shop to relax for a while.  The sun beamed through the glass and the shop wasn't that full. I love to isolate sometimes. It's not because I am asocial or that I hate people.

Of course, I didn't get the job.  They said the school is full.  Nice. So I studied the list of schools that I will visit later.  It's hard to find your passion job these days.

I sighed and drank my coffee when suddenly I saw a suspicious man at my front, at my left side.  He sat at the corner with a newspaper.  He was wearing a cap and shades.  Who wears a cap and shades inside a coffee shop? Obviously, something's wrong.  Very wrong.

I drank my coffee again but slowly, watching the guy.  He's watching me at that table.  He's looking at me under that cap of his.  I can't see his face clearly but I can see that he was grinning.

I felt awkward and weird.  I tried to ignore him but he was still watching me. It didn't take long before I stand up and grab my coffee.  As I reached the door's handle, that's when he stood up also.  It frightened me a little and I exited quickly.  I walked briskly at the crowd, I can sense he's following me.  As he starts to get nearer, slicing his way towards the crowd, that's when I decided to run, throwing my coffee at the garbage bin.  He also ran. We ran against the current of people.

It was a chase and thank God I'm an athlete---just like Sherlock deduced yesterday---so I ran the best as I can with my strong legs, slicing the air with my hands formed like knives to make myself faster.  Just simply Science.  I don't care, the important is: Run, Joan, run.

Good I did not wear high heels, it's bloody awful for me.  I always prefer sandals or sneakers.

I ran and ran and went any way that I can possibly lost him.  I took many curves 'till I hid at the back of a restaurant, where garbages were thrown from the restaurant.  It was smoky in here.  I glanced at the side of the wall, I can't see him anywhere.  I think I lost him.

I breathed out in relief, thought it was over.

Going out from my hiding place, suddenly someone grabbed me back.  We went inside of it as he drags me in the smoke.  The smoke covered my vision and I violently struggled with him.  He covered my mouth, preventing me to shout and pushed me at the brick wall.  He removed his shades and I saw his eyes, I know those eyes.  I tried to calm down and he uncovers my mouth, but holds my arm with a smile.

Why you---

"You scared me Moran!" I gasped. "You moron!"

"Jake sent me to find you." He said still holding my arm. "Where are you living now? You don't know how crazy your brother is when he found out that you left America."

"I can imagine it." I pulled my arms away from his grip. "I just can't bear to see him like this anymore.  I want to have a new life, Moran.  No more trouble."

Sebastian Moran or simply Moran is one of the people I trusted.  He watches and takes care of me and Jake when Jim became busy with his business and name, the years when he starts to build his so-called empire and company.  Moran or Sebby---called by Jim---was the one who taught me martial arts, shooting, blending with civilians and most of all: knitting.  Yep, he knows how to knit.  One of his secrets that I love to tease.

"I know that, Joan.  But there's no way that you'll leave peacefully, unless you fight for it." He said.

"It's Ella, Ella Gunther." I corrected him.

"Joan, Jim told me to use your real name before he died.  I know it's pretty hard for you but you'll get used to it." He calls out my denial directly. I only sighed deeply, "I hope so, Moran."