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    “You're scared,”
he said, not phrasing it like it was a question. He hoped his
disgust at the emotion was evident.
    “Yes. He could
hurt me, if he tried.”
    “And you think
I'll protect you?” He didn't hide his scorn at her assumption.
    Shock widened her
eyes and she took a step back as if he'd slapped her. He
immediately regretted mocking her instinct to run to him, which
only made him angrier. Not once had he ever softened towards
someone, and he didn't want to start now.
    Silence filled the
room again, something normally comfortable in this place, but not
while she stood there, full of emotion. While he watched her, she
opened and closed her mouth several times, but he didn't want to
relieve her awkwardness and speak even if he'd known what to
say.
    “I bumped into Guy
Thomas,” she said, finally speaking.
    “No. I've already
told you. It can't possibly be him.”
    “I was followed to
dinner last night.”
    “It was my man. He
said he thought you saw him.” He expected this to comfort her, but
her breathing only quickened.
    “Then how did Guy
know to be there? How did...”
    “Oh, for Christ's
sake, even I knew you were going to be there. Ms Brent advertised
it all over her social media.”
    Amelia frowned but
didn't back down.
    “I know it's him,
Myron. He's the only person who's been there every time. You're
wrong, you have to...”
    “Enough,” Mycroft
yelled.
    She was stunned
into silence, but it was too little too late. He fought to lower
his voice to say one last thing.
    “Get. Out.”
    For just a second,
she hesitated, searching his face, but then she fled and he heard
the clattering of her soles on the hard floor as she ran from the
club. He faced the wall again, shaking uncontrollably.
    It was bad enough
that she'd been so foolish as to come straight to him, but to let
her fear get the better of her so completely that she would accuse
him of being wrong? Their agreement was over. He hoped he never saw
her again, but he knew he also needed to reprimand Daniels.
    As soon as he
could be sure he would appear dignified, Mycroft followed in
Amelia's footsteps outside, making no noise in comparison to her
hurricane of sound.
    When he stepped
outside, Daniels had just shut the car door on Amelia. He couldn't
see if she was looking at him or not but he didn't care if she
was.
    “I'm sorry, sir. I
tried to keep her in the car and fetch you but she got past me,”
Daniels said, knowing he was in trouble too. Although the
chauffeur's actions had contributed to the problem, he knew the man
had never made a mistake like it and wouldn't ever again.
    “You should never
have brought her here, but most importantly, I should never have
let her stay in my house. You'll take her home once more, Daniels,
but it will be the last time.”
    “Yes, sir. Of
course, sir.”
    He watched them
pull away before he walked back into the club. When he got back to
his room, a brandy decanter and glass had appeared on one side of
his desk. The butler knew him well.
    Over the next few
minutes he sipped a large helping of the drink, feeling its warmth
in his stomach. When he had settled back into the calm of the
club's atmosphere, he managed to turn his mind to other matters. He
reached for his phone to send a message to the agent he'd had
following Amelia to find his agent had already contacted him to let
him know she was scared by something and on her way to London. The
agent also pointed out that her publisher had postponed several
events in Amelia's schedule for the next few days.
    Mycroft frowned,
feeling a flicker of doubt at sending her away. A moment later he'd
crushed it and reassigned the agent to help locate the Russian and
Korean men still roaming the capital of London. With that done, he
also informed Daniels to come back to the club once he was done
with Miss Jones. Only so much thinking could be done without him
actively pursuing a new lead. Hopefully Sherlock would have visited
the owners of the stolen boat