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James Moriarty POV-

-Past-

"Why hello!" A sickeningly cheery voice piped in the second I walked into the Downtown Salt Lake City Center. It was supposedly the place where you can find all kinds of information about the city area.

I figured this would be the best way to find the book store Greta Levine had worked at.

Yes. I know. I'm a stalker, but it goes with the whole criminal thing, I promise.

Not like I like her or anything, I just need to know how she knew my last name.

The name Moriarty isn't heavily used anywhere, so for a person like Greta Levine to throw it out there like how she did the night before...in order for her to breathe another day I needed to be sure she was who she said she was.

Nothing but a boring old book store owner who works at minimum wage.

A lousy, dead-brained human.

Who knows, maybe I'll kill her afterwards. A shame though, it would be, to kill the only human person I could have a conversation with about actual human things and not want to explode the planet.

Some call me a pyromaniac.

I say they're right.

I nodded in acknowledgment at the receptionist. She was the kind of lady you'd expect to be in that suite of work. Pudgy, mother of three, and looks like she just walked out of an 80's sit-com.

"How can I help you today, sir?" She asked, adjusting her thick-framed glasses.

I looked around the place, as I still stood at the doormat, my lip slightly curled at the old-people-smelling building.

"Yeah..." I answered cautiously. "I guess you'll have to do." I walked up to the desk where the old monitor sat in display along with several hand creams.

Typical.

The lady continued to plaster a fake smile on her face.

"I need to know where I can find a book-shop around here. Supposedly the 'best' local one."

"Oh!" She jumped excitedly in her seat. "I know the perfect one! But first," she smirked at me, "you gotta answer my trivia questions." She did a little dance in her seat.

Gag.

"Um, no." I said in a monotone voice and shook my head.

"Oh come on! It's a hit here." She prodded me. I was on the verge of killing her myself. "You even get a butterscotch for each right answer...eh, eh?"

"How about I choke myself with those butterscotches, hm? Now can I please just get the name of this stupid bookstore and leave this hell of a country before I burn it all to the ground!" I snapped, my heartbeat rising up to my throat and my voice raising even higher. The receptionist seemed unfazed, as she still held her smile, only faltered a little bit.

"I'll be right on it, sir." Her voice was barely audible as she turned to the computer, her expression changing to disturbance and clacking her long yellow fingernails on the old keyboard that looked like a shoebox with piano keys on it.

I blinked, irritably, with every click that escaped.

"Ma'am. What are you doing?" I controlled my temper after I'd already blown it.

"Printing out the address. And now..." She swiveled her chair and picked up a brick phone that was connected by a swirly wire to another box, clicking more numbers. "I'm calling security." She narrated.

The sheet began to print and two big guys in all black appeared.

I grabbed the almost finished printed paper, ripping it from the printer. Folding it in half, I stuck it in my coat pocket.

"Thanks." I said to the receptionist before swinging a punch at one of the guards.

That was my first and only mistake.

He caught my fist easily in his meaty hands.

"Oh. Heh heh, whoops." I shrugged, and sprinted out of the building, but they caught my coat, spinning me to face the security guards.

The huge black guard who I accidentally swung at chuckled.

"I was just gonna let you go." He started, then cracked his knuckles. "But where's the fun in that?" He punched me in the gut.

"Oh!" I huffed, doubling over, laughing slightly. "You will regret that! Do you even know who I am?"

"A snotty punk who needs to be taught a lesson." The other guard replied, speaking for the first time. He decided to punch me in the face, socking me well in the cheek. My lip split slightly before they grabbed me and threw me outside. I scrambled up, fixing my coat. The black guard laughed.

"Do us a favor and go back to sucking your mama's tittie and leave the real men to do their work."

"Those are awful last words." I muttered, fully aware they didn't hear me as I wiped the blood that spilt into my mouth.

I began to walk away slowly and pulled out my phone, dialing my go-to number. It didn't take a second for my men who are around me twenty-four-seven to pick up. "Engage action." I simply said, and hung up just as I did so.

Smirking I rounded the sidewalk, in the clear as the Salt Lake City Center blew up behind me into splinters of wood and burnt old technology that used to be a building.

Bye-bye, Downtown Salt Lake City Center. I decidedly thought I might as well throw on my shades as I walked (in an extremely bad-ass way might I add) away to find the book store.

What fun!

I shook in my coat with excitement. I've always been in the backseat and never really behind the wheel with all of the action.

I didn't think I could ever be more obsessed with crime and I've proven myself wrong.

I feel like the Matrix.

I feel invincible. I wanted to do more, but I also needed to find the details of Greta Levine.

I sauntered the streets, searching for the bookstore. I reached Children's Street easy, and followed down east to a brown building with a huge sign that read 'Scenic Valley Pages'.

I would've walked right past it if it wasn't for a face I recognized through the ginormous front glass windows. I was forced to remember I was on business. I remember there was a possibility of the inevitable.

A possibility today would be Greta Levine's last day.

A couple of teenagers walked out of the front doors, cups in hand. I took that opportunity to sneak in.

Immediately it was like a whole different building with two floors one was the library and the downstairs was the book store part. Two escalators sat on two ends of the store and a little cafe sat on the right end, all light up in bright yellow lights.

I noticed Greta Levine, with her back turned at the cafe, washing something.

I made my way over with a grin that surprisingly wasn't all that forced.

I told myself the man she met at the bar, was a completely different man than I am today. I will not be the helpful, charming man who sweeps her off her feet.

I got to the counter, her back still turned and I felt myself get excited.

No. I scolded myself internally, putting on a straight face that instantly disappeared as I greeted her.

She jumped in her spot, obviously scared as she turned around to face me. Her smile only made mine brighter, and I completely forgot about my plan.

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AN: So... It's my last week before school starts and I'm really stressing out. Luckily, I most likely will get a couple chapters in the next two weeks or so. I also apologize for my Authors Note, I published a couple days ago. I know I usually don't read them but I needed to vent before I exploded.

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