Thanks goes to all readers. Time for some action.
A million years
Crime fighting. It has never been about the mind alone. It was also about the body. The annual fitness test was just around the corner. Lestrade was the first to admit that he wasn't all that fit anymore. Maybe he was getting old. Or plain lazy. Either way he found himself running in the park this morning.
The weather was nice enough for a run. There was a light cold breeze that was just right, and the air felt fresh after a night of rain. He was glad that he had taken the time for some exercise. It kept his mind off things. Off the case. For every step he took he felt more relaxed, more at ease. It was like he could run the stress away. He felt energized, full of life.
He had made sure that he was left in peace. His mobile was silenced. He didn't want to hear anything else than the even sound of his sneakers hitting the concrete over and over. He didn't want to think about work. He didn't want to think at all. He told himself to move forward. To breathe.
He decided to take the longer trail, turned left and headed into the railway tunnel. He heard a train pass by overhead as he slowed his steps to a halt. He had a stone stuck in the bottom of his shoe. Cursing he reached down for it. Never in a million years he would have been prepared for what happened next.
He felt cold metal against his temple.