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cold.
    “Would you like me
to bring you a fresh tea?” the waiter asked, noticing her plight.
She nodded gratefully and allowed him to take her discarded
one.
    It didn't take him
long to reappear and place a steaming cup down in front of her.
    “Thank you. Do I
pay you here or can you put it on my room bill?” she asked, not
sure if Myron would have paid already for the other two.
    “Mr Holmes has
taken care of that. One of the perks of owning the hotel.”
    “He owns this
hotel?” She sipped her tea and tried not to look too surprised by
the information.
    “Yes, although he
doesn't like too many people to know. His great-grandfather
invested in a few, I believe. Mr Holmes is almost identical to the
man.”
    “How do you know?”
Her curiosity was piqued, especially as she'd found no pictures of
either Holmes boy or any of their family on the internet. They were
difficult to track down, and what little research she had managed
to do had turned up little but some old fictional stories about a
man called Sherlock Holmes who might or might not have also been a
person alive at the time they were written.
    By the time she'd
left Sebastian's care, gone home and finished her own novel, she'd
forgotten the name of the club Myron had been in and the name of
the person who'd founded it. Searching for a club founded in London
by a Holmes also turned up nothing.
    “There's a picture
over the mantelpiece in the main office.”
    “Could I see it?”
she asked, not hesitating. It could be the clue she needed.
    “I'm sorry, miss.
It's not somewhere I can take a guest.”
    “That's all right.
I'm sure I can ask him myself sometime. What's his
great-grandfather's name?”
    “Sir Mycroft
Holmes,” he said and moved off to serve other customers.
    With a smug grin,
she finished her drink. That was the name of the man who'd founded
the club. She shouldn't have forgotten it, given how similar it was
to Myron.
    Amelia didn't know
whether to hope Myron was Mycroft and something out of a fiction
novel was happening or it was just a good likeness and she'd
mistaken the supernatural healing power of both of them. On one
hand, having a superhero mentor her made the arrangement even more
amazing, but it wasn't an easy scenario to believe. This was the
real world, and so far superheroes were only in the realm of
fiction.
    Not that this bend
of reality had stopped her from thinking about the possibility.
Myron having such a secret was something she'd thought long and
hard about. She would have to tread carefully with one as large as
being immortal. And if he found out she was digging, he could have
her disposed of to protect his secret. She had to decide if she
wanted to know what was going on or if it was safer to stay in the
dark.
    It took her less
than a minute of thinking to pull out her phone and look up an
internet café nearby. After going to her room and tidying up her
appearance, she went to find it.
    London was a big
city and unfamiliar to her, but she knew she needed to get used to
it. Both Sebastian and Myron were at home in every road and street.
At some point, she knew Myron would want her to learn the place.
Probably even memorise locations and the best way to get there, so
she tried to take in the people around her and the information they
gave off as well as the monuments, tube stations and bus routes she
went past.
    Having plenty of
time, she walked, and by the time she reached the internet café her
fingers were so cold she could barely feel the tips. In her haste
at packing she'd forgotten her gloves.
    She ordered a hot
drink and sat down at the ageing computer. It took her a few more
minutes to order her thoughts and decide what was best to search.
There was a small chance Myron would watch her movements as well as
what she did here. With that in mind, it wouldn't be good to type
in anything that couldn't be explained as simple curiosity about
his family.
    After thinking
about it, she decided to go along the route of the