A Study In Scarlet Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Novels & Stories

I’m sure I have seen the vehicle before lingering near my work, but I can’t be sure as black cars with tinted windows are standard around here. I arrived at Scarlett’s and took a few breaths before knocking. The front door opened, and the beautiful red-headed Scarlett was just looking out at me, walking towards the door. She smiled at me, then I saw the colour drain from her face, so I turned to look behind me, and there was the black car that was driving up my arse earlier. As I looked at it, it sped away. Why was it here, and why did Scarlett look miffed when she saw it? “Hi,” I said, trying to get her attention, “You alright?” I smiled.