It was a night too tired for DI Lestrade, because a couple of people had been committing murders on unpopulated streets, he and his team had been trying for the last 3 hours to find a reason for this, but even though they were looking for clues and information, they did not reach anything.
There was nothing more to do than to call everyone's favorite Detective Consultant, Sherlock Holmes, he used to solve all his cases without being present, his intelligence was so creamy, that with only a drop of blood he could deduce where it came from and what happened.
He called Sherlock's cell phone 3 times, but he never answered, Greg thought about calling John, although that would not do much good. At the end he decided to call the apartment phone, when he heard that the phone was picked up, the DI was excited because, if Sherlock helped them solve the case, they could finally go home, but that did not happen.
-Sherlock, I need your help right now ...
-Who speaks? A rather thick, cutting voice interrupted him.
-Hello, I'm Gregory Lestrade, a Detective Inspector of Scotland Yard.
-I am not interested in knowing about you, My little brother is not available now.
-Little brother?
On the phone side of the apartment there were some small shouts and accelerated voices, the phone was again taken by someone.
- Graham? I heard that you and your fools need me.
-It's Greg, and yeah, we need you in Thrawl Street, a triple murder, but the gun is not in place and there are no traces of blood on the bodies.
-I'm in minutes.
Sherlock hung up the phone without letting Lestrade say goodbye, it did not matter much, although the Detective Inspector was somewhat confused.
- Sherlock had a brother? And what would he do in his apartment? The families live together, but Sherlock is a hermit who can barely live with someone for 2 seconds, so if that person was his brother, why did i never know? - Gregory thinked in his mind.
Many questions began to emerge, but not being relevant to him he had to shake his head and return to what he was doing. Although doubt began to enter his mind, why was he so interested in knowing if Sherlock had a brother? Was it relevant to him? And if it were, why?