Moriarty…
That bastard was the kind of enemy I never imagined would end up being such a relentless pain in my ass. The type that just wedges himself into every damn thing, no matter how much you wish he'd disappear.
I honestly didn't expect him to turn out to be a part of this whole twisted puzzle. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like his role wasn't just some small side piece either—he was tangled deep into it. Whether that man from the future was still alive or already rotting in the ground, I couldn't say for sure. But one thing was clear—Moriarty was following whatever trail that man left behind, pushing toward some endgame I couldn't even begin to see.
I leaned forward slightly, eyes locked on her. "Can I ask you one last thing, since you're all being so damn vague with me?"
She gave me a small nod.
"Do you know the name Sherlock Holmes?"
Her head tilted to the side, brows furrowing slightly as if I'd just asked her the most random question in the world.
