"Not worth his time", he thought. DI Lestrade breathed deeply. It was another Friday night with him sitting at his crowded desk.
Of course, all these silly, tiny, ordinary crimes were not worth the time of the great detective. Lestrade himself was up to his neck in work. Nobody wrote a blog about the daily police work, about these everyday robberies, thefts or domestics. No one reported on bar fights or hooligans- and absolutely nobody mentioned paperwork and overtimes. Common things were not exciting.
Yes, DI Lestrade was frustrated – and he was so looking forward to Sherlock Holmes' next case.