Chapter 225

Miles delivered a couple of banker's boxes full of information about the Allegra Group to my office, bright and early Friday morning. He also released Priya from House duties to go through it all with me, since she already had a working knowledge of the company.

Priya lifted out a stack of folders. "Adding to your collection?"

"Hmm?" I lifted the lid off a box, glancing over at the wall of framed Sherlock Holmes covers. Under the grid of the original framed covers hung a new addition: "The Final Problem."

The story where Sherlock Holmes dies. I dropped the lid. Chariot had been in the office and sent me this message.

Priya raised an eyebrow. "Was this a surprise?" she teased.

"No," I lied. I pulled the print off the wall and shoved it in a drawer. "I thought it would work with the others, but I don't like it."