Missing brother
The infernal sound kept increasing in volume demanding his attention. The sound didn't seem to fit his current surroundings. Slowly he woke up from his dream annoyed, startled by the alarm clock. He reached for the device and looked at the time. Deciding it was still too early for anything he pressed snooze. He then turned over to his other side and fell asleep again.
The blessed silence didn't last long. This time he woke up to his mobile phone. He glanced at the screen, the call came from the Yard. Ignoring it wasn't an option. He was suddenly wide awake and answered: "Lestrade."
"Mycroft Holmes is missing."
It wasn't what he had expected to hear.
"I'm sorry what..." He wished that he hadn't gone for a few pints last night with John. His throat was dry and his head was pounding.
"His assistant reported it in just now. The man's nowhere to be found."
Lestrade sighed, this was going to be one of those days. He quickly dressed, felt the urgency and skipped breakfast. Surely he'd regret it later when the hunger came. One glas of water went down his throat. Without shaving he left his apartment.
He wanted to be the first inside. He wanted to feel the place, listen to what his instinct told him. As the doors of the elevator opened he stepped out straight into Mycrofts apartment. The detective inspector took his time walking through the apartment searching for signs of something out of the ordinary but nothing caught his attention. There seemed to be no signs of violence. Although he never been here before, everything seemed untouched and on its place. Mycroft seemed to be a man who liked his home to be organized. He made a mental note to find out who did the cleaning. Maybe take another look around the apartment with the one responsible for keeping this place spotless.
His mobile phone vibrated. A text message. "Have you checked his office yet? SH." He had of course considered the fact that the disappearance of the older Holmes brother could be connected to his government work. Normally he would've found it likely. Normally he would've headed straight for his office. But not this time. There where something that bothered him. Moriarty. Ever since the explosion at the pool he'd been worried...He shivered, he didn't want to remember that day. He texted back: "Apartment is untouched. GL."
The DI arrived at Mycrofts office. Sherlock was there, John was there and then some guy he'd never seen before. Introductions seemed to be in order.
"Gregory Lestrade, detective inspector, Scotland Yard."
The man didn't seem impressed.
"Peter Conroy." the man said and didn't bother specifying who he was.
"Should I know you?"
"I work here."
"Right. You and me both."
Silence. What a talkative fellow this one was he thought.
"If your done, inspector, you should take a look at this." Sherlock said clearly annoyed. Lestrade walked across the room to the desk and glanced at the computer. Surveillance photos.
"This is my brother leaving the building yesterday evening at 6:30."
"Uh-huh."
"This is the last one there is. When he rounds that corner..." points at the nearby bank and continues: "...he disappears."
"There's nothing?"
"I just told you." Sherlock pointed out still annoyed.
"He's been missing for 14 hours." Glancing at the clock.
