Chapter 10
Lestrade held Sherlocks all too thin frame as the boy cried and screamed. Eventually he calmed enough to form a coherent sentence:
"It was a year ago..."
Her name was Skye. She was very young, only about twelve I guess. I first met her parents John and Stacey Brown through my mother they were very close. Stacey and John seemed fascinated by my talent at the time it didn't alarm me until later. It was dark when they came to the house, they called for me. I went to the door and they're faces were wild and yet determined.
Before I could protest I was abducted from my front step. They put me in the boot of the car with a black sack over my head. I've never been more afraid then I was at that moment...
Lestrade exhaled sharply this poor, poor boy. Sherlock was gasping again, Lestrade repeated the holding whispering that it wasn't his fault. Sherlock finally took a deep breath and continued.
When the car stopped, they opened the boot and pulled me out still with the black sack, I was marched through a hallway. I cannot tell you what it looked like.
Sherlock suddenly froze.
"I can't tell you the rest please Lestrade leave me alone!" Lestrade took the hint and backed away warily from Sherlock who wrapped himself in blanket obscuring him from view. Lestrade sat heavily into a chair where he remained all night.