The Art's in the Deal - Diary for James Moriarty

[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

And I'll be distant, the stars reminiscing

James Moriarty Edwards

Your heart's been wasted on me

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[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

SECRET KEEPER ,


I've never been one to believe in good luck, or even good days. There was always something to be fixed or done, no time for relaxation or contemplation. Between being a full-time professor, ardent lover, and Napoleon of Crime, I've found myself with very little time to share. True, I could count my time with young Sebastian as a time to unwind and to let the weight of the world from my shoulders. But why would I? The lad's a fuck-buddy, it wouldn't be safe or sane for me to relax around him. It would prove to be a liability I'm sure.

I may have to rethink my mindset on good luck though. Ever since Jack the Ripper has started making New York his hunting ground as well as the Leather Apron, all the attention has been moved to them. Moving black market goods has become a walk in the park. Even that blasted Holmes has gotten off of my ass and has, for all intents and purposes, dropped from the face of the earth. Thank the lord for small favors.

As it stands, I have had time to myself when not teaching, fucking, or stealing. For the first time in nearly ten years I've been able to sit down and enjoy a book. I'm unashamed to admit that said book was enjoyed in a bubble bath (good fun, not efeminite at all) with a glass of Merlot. The book was finished before the water even started to cool down (one of my many, wonderful talents) so I was given a good twenty minutes to contemplate. Those twenty minutes were spent, mostly, considering young Sebastian. The boy had been an unexpected surprise. Go to the library for a book, find a willing, strapping young man instead. A bit dull though, accepting a casual sex arrangement from a total stranger, letting said stranger scar him, and then being blissfully happy in the delusion of caring and love. Fool's going to wind up hurting himself someday. It was in the bath that I decided to get him a more visible symbol of my possession of him. The scar, while alluring as hell, was only visible some of the time, not nearly enough for my taste. We agreed that his body would be mine and mine alone, I wanted others to know that for certain. Picking up the phone, I called a good friend for a ring, giving him Sebastian's size and hung up.

The rest of the afternoon, while not spent in a bubble bath, was blissfully simple. I scoured blue prints and layed out jobs for the next two weeks.

Also, I'd like to point out that I feel a fool for writing in this damned thing but any way to clear my mind is a good thing. Too many thoughts made it dangerous to be on a job.

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[JAMES MORIARTY EDWARDS]

SECRET KEEPER ,


Fuck.

That bastard Holmes had spread his insane theory (insane but completely accurate) to another detective. This new detective hasn't talked to me, looked into me at all, but it was trouble. Holmes was already such a nuisance that another nosy do-gooder was sure to make the matter worse.

Not that either of them would find anything. I'm too good for that, far too adept at covering my tracks and keeping trace evidence away from the authorities. They knew only becuase Holmes was smart enough...almost as smart as me. But they weren't smart enough, combined or otherwise, to outwit me.

I would steal all that I wanted. A $14.7 billion dollar vase is going to be moved from one underground vault to another, being aboveground and accessible for a mere 8 minutes. For those 8 minutes the vase would be heavily guarded with live guards and three different security measures.

I am going to get that vase, and maybe leave a little something for the good detectives.

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