It's Not a Threat

If Inspector Morrison had told anyone else—Holmes was a foregone conclusion already—it would mean Mattheus had to adjust his plans.

"What if I did?" Morrison narrowed his own eyes at Mattheus's question. His gaze had been flickering all over before, no doubt wondering why he was seemingly immobile for no reason, but had focused much like a dog with a bone at that moment.

It was just like the stocky detective, to ignore physical threat when he thought he scented a clue.

The twenty-year-old's impression of the man from months ago hadn't been wrong, back when the investigation into Baron Baldroy Harloch's affairs was revisited after his blackmailing and threats came to light shortly after the "assault and robbery."

Morrison had stubbornly believed there was something nefarious about Baldroy Harloch's assault, which the older man was not exactly wrong about. The only issue was that Mattheus had become a suspect.