The morning sun cast long shadows across Jhon's office, signaling the start of a day he hoped would be routine. But as he glanced through the reports on his desk, a chill ran down his spine—an encrypted message had just appeared on his secure device.
The message was simple, direct:
"I know what you did to Moriarty. Let's talk."
Jhon's eyes narrowed. Few people knew the details of Moriarty's fall, and even fewer would dare reach out with such a cryptic threat. Whoever it was, they had access to information they shouldn't.
Meeting an Old Foe
After a few exchanges, Jhon arranged a discreet meeting in a secluded restaurant on the outskirts of the city. It was the kind of place where secrets could be shared, far from prying eyes.
When Jhon entered, a familiar face awaited him at the corner table. Julian Cross, a former associate of Moriarty, looked up with a smirk.
