After seeing Klein accept this "coincidental" commission, Lorne nodded slightly, expressing his "sincere" gratitude.
"Thank you for your help."
Then he handed Klein a slip of paper bearing a hotel address. "Mr. Moriarty, I'm staying here for the time being. If anything urgent comes up, you can find me here."
"You're-not from Backlund?" Klein looked at the hotel address on the paper, somewhat puzzled.
After all, Lorne Dysenk was a Backlund native. Since this Mr. Scott was his friend, chances were he was from Backlund too. Why would he be staying in a hotel, then?
"I'm not from Backlund." Lorne smiled and explained, "I only came here to study. That was how I met Lorne."
The two briefly discussed the details of the commission. After paying a deposit of ten pounds, Lorne politely said goodbye to Mrs. Sammer and Klein and left.
"What a polite young man." Mrs. Sammer gazed at Lorne's straight-backed figure approvingly.
"Yes," Klein muttered inwardly. But a little too polite.
Once he was well away from Minsk Street, Lorne turned into a deserted alley.
"He didn't notice me."
Sharron's ethereal, emotionless voice sounded beside his ear. "Mm." Lorne nodded. "Although he hid it very well, he should-also be a Beyonder."
"What do you think of his strength?"
"Not bad." Sharron's voice reached him again.
Not bad-that would mean at least Sequence 7. Lorne analyzed his bodyguard's words.
Judging by his reaction just now, he definitely investigated me before-
And I keep feeling that he looks familiar. Where exactly-have I seen him before...?
"In his house," his bodyguard spoke again, "there were traces of another Beyonder having lived there."
So he does have companions- Lorne sighed inwardly. His plan was actually quite simple: use this commission to make the detective named Sherlock Moriarty expose himself.
Most importantly,