Kindrea POV:
I quickly gathered my knives and pistol, the connections lead to Wick Harbour, 'WH', shipping container 'MRTS', no doubt MR Tristan Strot, serial number '32748', on 'Dock 3'.
So that is where I was heading, no more games, I was ahead of Tristan this time, I was going to catch him and free Enola.
The game has found its feet again...
Sherlock POV:
I left Kindrea's hotel room with less hope, if she was at a dead end I doubted we would be able to find Enola anytime soon. If at all...
I had more questions than answers, why did Tristan Strot target Enola? Why didn't Kindrea take credit for the case? Why involve me and my family in her business?
Nothing was connecting, I needed to find Enola, emotions in this line of work are dangerous, emotions cause mistakes and weaknesses, this is a perfect example.
I stared at the dead ends linking my crime board together, nothing connected. Bringing Kindrea into the case was a mistake on Tewkesbury's part, I couldn't think clearly, he just had to dig up the past.
Emotions are weaknesses. Enola is my weakness, Kin is m-no she isn't. She is my past.
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I arrived at Tewkesbury's apartment, knocking on the door. The boy opened it so quickly I assumed he was waiting for someone else, "Expecting someone, Tewkesbury?" I asked, stepping into the apartment to be greeted by the lush green plants he loved.
The happiness in his eyes drifted away as quickly as he had opened the door, "Ye-NO! No," he tried to cover up.
I turned my body towards him, my eyes analyzing his twitching hand and anxious, dancing feet, "Kin... drea," I added her full name, the familiar nickname almost slipping my hold, "And I have reached a deadend," I informed him, the boy pouted, he posture slouching, his eyes telling the truth, he knew something. "Tewkesbury?" the brown haired boy looked up to me, avoiding my stare, "What do you know?" I interrogated, only using my intimidating gaze to press him.
"I-I don't know what you-" he paused, meeting my glare, "Kin went to Scotland!" He blurted.
Bicth.
"Why?" I took a step forward, the boy shuffling back.
"Just um," he gulped, "Finding Enola..." he trailed off.
BITCH!
I left the apartment, dragging Tewkesbury behind me, "You are going to tell me everything!" I ordered the boy
Tewkesbury and I reached her hotel. I was about to head up the stairs when the receptionist called, "Mr Holmes!" I halted turning around on the first step.
"Yes," I tried to be polite, my growing anger rising each second I didn't get to investigate her movements and plans.
The young male handed me a blank envelope, "This was left for you, the woman was clear that it should be delivered directly to you," the boy smiled.
"What woman?" I asked.
"She had dark skin, sir, didn't leave a name," the man left.
I ripped the envelope open, it was a calling card, "Isn't that?" Tewkesbury was interrupted by my nod.
'Game on, - M'
"Shit," I whispered, the pieces coming together.
Kin was heading into a trap.
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shorter chapter sorry :)
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Enola Holmes HIDDEN IRIS'
Fanfiction(Book 1/2) this is a short story with the original cast as themselves and the OC's fan casted by myself. set in March-April 1887 Kindrea Larow ran from London to escape her past, but when an old friend visits her with a case that even Sherlock can't...
