“Excuse me, you dropped this.”
why was it always fucking raining in london ? he gripped tightly onto his umbrella as he continued his journey through the pouring shower . the evening was cold and the water drenched his clothes , seeping into the stitches and chilling his bones .
and to add to his misfortune , the bag he was trying to keep as dry as one could do tore at its bottom. fantastic , he thought as he watched the content fall to the ground . a bottle was kicked as a passerby before he could get to it . it was a miracle it had not shattered .
he went down to pick up the rest and as he straightened , there was the rogue bottle at his eye level with a hand attached to it and to it , a man . now he was acquaint with many visages that lived in the city but this man , he did not recognize .
❝ thank you ... ❞ hesitant to take the bottle on which was label was clearly printed LAUDANUM in really angry styled typography . ❝ it’s for the headaches . ❞ he did not know this stranger . he owed him no explanation for the use of the poison and yet he still did . clearing his throat, the inspector gathered his items and gave the tall man a brief nod . ❝ enjoy your evening . ❞