Rain Davis is an American writer teaching at a London university. Sherlock Holmes is a famous consulting detective. Rain hires him to help investigate a family connection to a historical crime syndicate only known as M. When a secret journal is brought to light can Sherlock and his trusted companion John Watson keep Rain safe from those who want the past to stay hidden or will Rain fall in London?
When you're a stranger in a strange place who can you trust?

An American writer in London

A voice called out, "Shirley get out here. 


Sherlock bolted up out of bed, "Damn it Mycroft," grabbing a robe, "Don't call me Shirley!" 


Rain scrambled for a sheet. 'Mycroft? That was the gentleman with Mr. Pirot who helped me.' She thought to herself as she bumped into a well dressed chest. 


His head turned calling to Sherlock. He didn't see her as she tried to leave as he came in, "I just want to meet-" 


Mycroft smiled a crooked grin, "I see the storm that entered my dear little brother's life is indeed the sweet Rain." 


Sherlock got in between them handing Rain her clothes, "Mycroft leave this room at once and let Rain get dressed." 


Mycroft looked Rain up and down and smiled, "Because I am a gentleman and our lovely Rain is a lady." 


Tempted to hide in Sherlock's room until Mycroft left Rain swallowed her pride and faced the music. 


Rain nibbled her lip, "So...guess you really meant it when you said you had pull huh?" 


Life is a circle