"Well we made the front page," John says, throwing down a copy of the Independent.
"'Hero of the Reichenbach'," I read, picking it up. "'Turner masterpiece recovered by 'amateur'; Scotland Yard embarrased by overlooked clues'." I look up, smiling. "Well it's not exactly the first time is it?!" I hand it back to John who continues to read out the article for dad's benefit.
"'A Turner masterpiece worth £1.7million that was stolen from an auction house ten days ago has been recovered by an amateur detective from North London," John reads. "Sherlock Holmes of Baker Street has been investigating the art crime simply as a hobby, and yet he was able to follow the trail that lead him to the famous work - a trail that Scotland Yard missed completely. Sherlock Holmes has gained cult following following the publication of his website - The Sci- ...'"
"Any mention of me?" I ask, eyebrows raised in annoyance. John shakes his head.
"Nope - oh wait," he shows me the final paragraph.
"'Mr Holmes was assisted by his daughter Sophia Holmes (17)'. Really?!" Dad laughs at my annoyance. "It's not funny!" I retort. "I was the one who found the car!"
Dad doesn't have time to respond as DI Jane Tennison is led into the room by Mrs Hudson.
"I see you guys have seen the papers," she says. "You ready for another one?"
Dad leaps to his feet and walks over to the table as Tennison lays the bundle in front of me.
"British banker went overseas on some EU project in Georgia, goes missing after leaving his home. We've been trying to solve this one for months and time's ticking now. You want it?"
"We'll solve it within the week," dad says and I grin, starting to flick through the papers.
"Course you will," Tennison replies, winking at me. "You've got Sophie helping you."
I grin as dad turns stoney-faced and leads her out of the room before opening up my laptop.
Pulling up the EU page online I log onto the members section under Mycroft's name and password. Once again, he has used the same password as he always does which as head of the British Government, secret service and whatever else he choses to be, is quite concerning.
Moving over to the search bar, I type in the keywords 'Georgia' and 'bank' but as I click the return key, I'm redirected to a page warning of increased security.
"Mycroft has the originals detailing the bank programme," I say, closing the laptop again. "It's been kept offline for security."
"I wonder why," dad says sarcastically, looking pointedly at me.
"What do you think Mycroft pulled them offline to stop Sophie hacking into them?" John asks.
"The bastard," I say, standing up. "Is he home?"
"No," dad replies. "He has a meeting with the Russian ambassador today, he's expected to be out all day."
"House break it is then!" I say, grabbing my coat and striding towards the door. John and dad follow behind.