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In one corner, uncoht in a twin bed It was clearly a new addition,it It was clearly meant for me

I decided to camp out on Holmes’s bed instead

Milo (or his h up into the wall, as small and remote as the crow’s nest of a ship From up there, she could survey her tiny fiefdoave her this roohteen, at the beginning of building his eiven her a space of her own in that new life As I cliine a ht clenched in her teeth

She must have felt like Milo’s first mate, surrounded by his loyal men, in a ship’s cabin of her own Untouchable Away fro over her perch, I was gunning for a confrontation Sohting a cigarette Don’t be a child Get down here, I have a plan

August Moriarty wasn’t a child He was a man That had been my first impression, and the one that ulti him as a standard by which I’d already failed If he was the finished sketch, I was the unfinished space around it Let ood day I had on faded jeans and my father’s jacket I had twelve dollars infor the ride, and the ride was in Europe, whereand spoke Gero she’d strapped to the top of the car

Time passed Thirty , but it hat I’d been left with

To torture myself, I wondered what Phillipa Moriarty could possibly ith Holree to a lunch I mean, I wasn’t stupid I had a few solid ideas--death, dish Milo’sviolence A détente,kept Maybe she was going to tell us that she wasn’t siding with Lucien in this ridiculous war

Maybe she’d found out that her little brother August was alive

As an act of desperation, I took out my phone to text my father What do you know about Phillipa Moriarty?

The response was prompt Only what’s been in the papers, and you’ve seen that, too Why?

What about a bar called the Old Metropolitan?

Leander went there on Saturdays to meet with a professor from the Kunstschule Sieben One of the local art schools A Nathaniel Gretchen was another naers Holmes had mentioned Any other places I should know about?

I’ll e this so seriously

I was pretty sure that Milo wasn’t, and that he’d shoved us off on August because of it I put my phone away

After awith Leander, did you ever feel like you were his baggage? Like he’d insist on taking you along on a case, and then he’d run off and solve it without you?

Of course But there’s a way to stop feeling like that, you know

How? I asked

I don’t knohen o to for advice It was an uncoed I’ve put a hundred dollars in your bank account Now run off and solve it without her

THE OLD METROPOLITAN WAS BUSIER THAN ANY BAR I’D been to in Britain Not that I’d been to too h In Britain, you could have a beer with your dinner at sixteen if your parent bought it for you; at eighteen, you could order whatever you wanted for yourself Gerreat ironies of h school, a country that didn’t let people drink until they’d nearly graduated college

The Old Metropolitan was full of students It was only a few streets away fro I learned while wandering the neighborhood When I’d left Greystone HQ, it was still late afternoon, so I decided to spend the tiuise I’d watched Holht spin on her usual presentation turned her into an entirely different person I’d asked her, once, what she thought of hed in ht a hat and a pair of shit-kickers at a thrift store Then I found a barbershop and asked the on the street, shaved on the sides and long on top My hair avy, but whatever he styled it with ht When he finished, I put on lasses and looked in the rand roouess I’d never been able to see it , I stuck the fedora on the back of my head, tipped the barber, and went out to find so to call yro that I’d gotten fro food truck up the street Whenever I was in a new place by , what I was looking at, worried that I’d seeht, I andering along like a local, licking the tzatziki sauce offat the street art with disinterested eyes Sion painted over the Old Metropolitan’s doorway, teeth bared like a warning Simon had seen it a million times before His uncle lived just down the block