Sophie Kretidis

Previously on Sherlock and Co.

I, along with Sophie Kretidis, became the, well, um... The leading experts in the world for ancient Greek.

So Sophie sent me a message about six weeks ago and called me into the college.

So I asked her what's going on and she says she had had a meeting that day with a man, Harold Latimer.

So what happened to Harold Latimer?

The question, rather, Dr. Watson, is, um... Is what happened to Sophie Critides?

She had totally disappeared.

Her brother had been asking of her too, but even he had become uncontactable.

I informed the police, and the last that was recorded of her was at Gatwick Airport, boarding a flight.

To Mykonos.

I knew it was her scream, but I just, I froze, and I got to my work interpreting the stone.

When Mother Selene rides full and the sea lies pale, look west from Mykonos to the lone dark stone where no hearth burns and no well is cut, land where no keel is drawn ashore.

Seek the white scar that faces the sun.

Count seven wounds in the rock.

The eighth lies beneath the broken tooth of the hill, where the ground answers hollow.

What was given in fear is kept in gold.

Pulse.

Oh, goodness.

I knew it.

Paul Kretides.