The Science of Sacrifice//Book Four

Chapter 8~ The Beginning of the End

Teddy's P.O.V

It was obvious, now that I was feeling calmer then I did a few hours ago, how Jim managed to be found not guilty. If he could break into the Tower of London, Pentivelle Prison and the Bank of England then it would be a piece of cake breaking into the hotel rooms of the jury. I bet my Silver Bullet that he threatened them into finding him not guilty. I also knew that he would've gone to pay my brother a little visit as well, probably to gloat that he was a free man once more.

I wonder how Sherly took the news of Jim's release, I asked myself after leaving the office, finished with another day's work. Lestrade had offered to take over for me earlier on in the day when he heard the news but I shrugged him off, convincing him that I was fine, yet again telling him that 'I can handle it'. Still didn't stop him from hovering around, though.

The car lot was dimly lit and nearly empty; most people had left about an hour earlier. The Bullet was sitting by itself a short distance away under one of the lights, gleaming silver like a beacon in the dark. I pulled out my keys and was about to grab my helmet when I paused.

"You were never the best at hide and seek, Jim," I said softly, mentally bringing up my shields before looking sideways and spotting his silhouette in the shadows.

"I am when I try," he replied, stepping forward into the light. I locked eyes with him for a brief moment before looking at the keys that I held in one hand. "And I wasn't trying then. I wanted you to see me. Do you want to see me, my fantastic fox?"

"What are you doing here?" I asked, purposefully ignoring his question because- to be honest- I was afraid as to what my answer would've been.

"Wanted to see you, fox. And I wanted to tell you that I saw your brother earlier today," he said, taking another step forward, one hand reaching out and touching my motorbike. "He made me tea."

"Huh, well, sorry I can't do the same," I replied with a shrug of my shoulders. "I would if we weren't standing in a car lot."

"You came to the first day of my trial. That was nice of you. Did your buddy Gregory give you the day off?"

"Yes, and don't say that," I answered harshly, warning bells going off in my head. The way he said Lestrade's name was unsettling.

"Don't say what?"

"Don't say Lestrade's name."

"Okay then. What about John?"

I froze, looking up from my hand and towards his face, which was completely devoid of emotion, save for his eyes. Those dark brown eyes were burning like the pits of Hell itself. I swallowed, trying to pull my composure together again.

"What did you speak about with my brother?" I asked, yet again changing the subject. The question made him smile wide.

"Oh, you know, the usual. I threatened him, he replied with some witty comment, but in the end I had the last word. I always have the last word," Jim replied, taking another step closer. I didn't move back even though he was very close now. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

"He figured it out," he continued. "Why I did what I did. Have you? Have you figured out why I broke into those places and didn't take a thing? I assume you already know how I got out of a lengthy sentence, but why did I break into those three places?"

He was leaning in towards me now, I could smell the spearmint from the gum he chewed nonchalantly. I tightened my hands around my keys, ready if he tried anything. Looking up at the lights above us I pursed my lips and didn't answer. What could I say? I didn't have the answer, it was what I had been asking myself for the past couple of weeks now. Why did he do it? I shook my head slightly.