Danger

A man paced his ramshackled room. He hadn't counted on so many people being interested in Rain Davis. It would complicate things. The man picked up a bottle to drink from it, but seeing it empty he threw it across the room. Damn her! If she would just see she was meant to belong to him everything would fall into place.

He held the photo clipped from the paper, "My sweet Rain drop... We'll be together soon. Wait for me."

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Sherlock easily picked the lock to Rain's hotel room, "Security in this place is appalling."

He skillfully gave the room a cursory glance. Housekeeping had not been in, but Rain kept her room neat. The bed made-up lacking the crisp professional corners of hotel staff. His eye caught something under one of the pillows.

Sherlock grabbed it and read it, "Seems someone else has been here."