Moriarty Sherlock Novels & Stories

"He makes your coffee. He knows exactly how much cream you like. He’s been making it correctly for three weeks. Xavier Blackwell doesn't 'notice' things unless they matter." ​"He noticed," Scarlett admitted. ​"And the Lisbon thing? You told me about the files. You didn't tell me about the hotel." ​Scarlett froze. "How do you know about the hotel?" ​"I didn't," Margot grinned, a flash of her old self appearing. "But now I do. You just gave yourself away." ​Scarlett stared at her. "You're terrible." ​"I'm a forensic investigator. It's my job. Now, tell me."

Sherlock: I don’t know much about you either. Furrowing her brow, Khali expressed her concern. ‘He has no idea who I am. But how did he figure out what I needed to know?’ Khali thought. Khali: Can I name you Sherlock on my phone? Sherlock: Why Holmes? Khali: Sherlock Holmes is my favorite character. Sherlock: You named me after your favorite. Khali: Yeah, you do seem mysterious to me. The same goes for me. Can you tell me my name on your phone?

" My heartbeats have now gone crazier. Each question makes my heart pound louder in my ears that I no longer hear my voice. "It's taken care of, long before Mr. Mori's entry." I pull up a deep breath, exhaling it slowly to calm down my nerves. "Remember, Miss Sahara, Mr. Mori works for the Yamaguchi-Gumi group, known as the Yakuza."