Alexia Holmes

II. Texting to the devil

C H A P T E R T W O
texting to the devil

"ALEXIA ?"

THE  BRUNETTE CRUSHED with one hand the paper and with the other one taped her nails on the screen new message of her phone. She didnt even notice that she was arrive. Sherlock payed the taxis chauffeur and they went to the massive police station of London. At the reception, Lestrade was waiting for them.

"Hey George" said casualy Alexia.

"No Alex" Corrected her brother. "It's Jonathan !"

"Greg."

"Anyway, it's the same thing. If I had to learn the name of every people that I met, my mind would be full of pointless informations."

The inspector sighed and spoke to Sherlock :

"The man that you wanted to see is in the room number Twelve. Make it quick. Ah! The kid can't come with you, I Don't want her to make the same mess that the last time."

"Eh!" exclaimed the "kid". "I'm nineteen!"

"Then, shouldn't you be in college ?"

"Okay, I Don't come" she closed the conversation, not wishing to have again to talk about college with her brother.

She sits on one of the chairs of the reception and watched her brother walk away. That was her luck ! If she knew that she was going to stay in a not confortable at all chair, she would stay at her home (well, her brother's) and watch Netflix.

From : You To : Moriarty (the rude guy from the cab)

Hello.

Maybe a little bit too formal. But Alexia was already bored and this man gived to her his number, and that was the only way to use it, a distraction to her mortal boredom.

From :  Moriarty (the rude guy from the cab) To : You

Hi, Alexia.

Okay, he know her name, creepy. Maybe that he read the mailbox but Alexia was pretty sure that Sherlock didn't put it, not wanting that is clients know that there was another Holmes in flat.

From : You To : Moriarty (the rude guy from the cab)

I'm bored.

From : Moriarty (the rude guy from the cab) To : You

And why should I care ?

From : You To : Moriarty (the rude guy from the cab)

Well, if you gave me your number, it's for me to use it, no?

From : Moriarty (the rude guy from the cab) To : You

Not wrong. So, what are you doing rigth now Alexia ?

From : You To : Moriarty (the rude guy from the cab)

Well, I'm bored, as I said earlier. And I'm at the police station. What about you ?

From : Moriarty (the rude guy from the cab) To : You

I'm planning a murder. At a police station actually ! What a wonderfull coïncidence it would be if it was the same as you, no ?  

From : You To : Moriarty (the rude guy from the cab)

Aha. A murder. So I am talking to a psychopath?

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Okay, very well. He didn't like the "psychopath". At the same time, you can't really joke about things like murder. As she was putting back her phone in her Pocket, a gunshot blares. She jumped over the moment. This idiot of Moriarty made her paranoiac ! Some policemen must practicing. But Sherlock came back from the interrogation, scowling.

"What happened?"

"Sniper shot, rigth in the head ! Because of an open window. Thoses idiots not even capable of closing a Fucking window. But I have the information that I wanted anyway."

"And what is it?" Asked Alexia.

"About - I think, my greatest enemy. It was about time! This idiot calls himself a consulting criminal. Ridiculous! But I finaly have his name."

"So?"

"Moriarty."

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