“Ah, yes,” replies Roselyn, noting the possessive emphasis in Mr. Moriarty’s tone. “You’re very lucky to have him.” She wouldn’t dare touch Sebastian Moran; she valued her life too much. “But if you excuse me, I have to go get the lilies. I forgot them in her bedroom.”
Roselyn turns away from Moriarty and walk through the living room and into Megan’s bedroom. There was a large basket covered with a blanket full of white lilies sitting in the center of Megan’s bed. Megan had spent a good hour cutting all the flowers from their stems, but the added work was well worth it. White lilies where Megan’s favorite. Roselyn also grabs a pack of large sewing needles and heavy duty thread out of her purse and toss them on top of the blanket. She picks up the basket and makes her way back to Megan and Moriarty.
Roselyn wants Sebastian- well, as far as Jim can tell, she wants his innards in a bucket and his body open on her living room floor. It would be a lovely sight, of course, and he allows himself to entertain the mental image for a while before realizing she’s still talking. “Lilies?” he mumbles to himself, grinning and shaking his head. How disgustingly sentimental. Not that Jim dislikes flowers particularly- he doesn’t like them, of course, but then he doesn’t like anything. And Jim has had enough dealing with killers to know they have a very particular way in which they like to kill.
He waits with Megan’s body, venturing closely and gently nudging her head to the side with the toe of his shoe. “Poor dear,” he sighs, tsking and shaking his head. “Your business is murder. You should’ve known the signs. I’d say I’ll miss you, but I really won’t.” And he straightens her head, smoothing back a stray lock of hair and straightening up as Roselyn comes back. “How lovely,” he deadpans, looking at the flowers.