The Great Game Part 21 -End- Their soft footsteps echoed slightly as they walked into the poolroom. It was humid, slightly tropical, and smelled strongly of chlorine, but the father and daughter team kept their minds alert and aware. Sherlock actually held his daughter’s hand as they walked along the edge of the pool and he only let go when he reached into his pocket to retrieve the memory stick. He looked around, up, and down the room looking for any signs of anyone. But there was not a sound other than their own footsteps and the gentle movement of the pool. He held the memory stick aloft in the air.The Great Game Part 21 -End-6 hours ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Brought a little getting-to-know you present,” he said aloud. “Oh, that’s what it’s all been for, isn’t it? All your little puzzles, making me dance… All to distract me from this…” He reasoned.