Lestrade eyed Jones and Gregson. Then he pulled out his revolver. "If you call either of them in, I'll shoot you." He said flatly.

The other two Inspectors exchanged a glance. "Are you serious?" Gregson wanted to know. Lestrade simply looked at him.

"Okay." Jones said after a tense couple of seconds. "We'll just handle it ourselves then. Sheesh."

"Sure." Gregson agreed. "Alright? We won't bother them." He waited while Lestrade returned his revolver to his pocket. "Now do you mind telling me why you're so dead set against Bradstreet or Hopkins being called in?"

"They're busy." Lestrade replied.

"Doing what?" Jones demanded. "What's important enough that you're willing to shoot us over it, Lestrade?"

Lestrade gave him a look. "Hopkins is getting married today. Bradstreet's his best man." He told them, before stomping off.

Jones shot Gregson a puzzled look. Gregson merely shook his head and started after the departing Inspector. "Come on. We've got work to do."


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