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It was late when Sherlock waltzed back into Scotland Yard.
"There he is." Muttered Lestrade, hoisting himself up out of his chair. "Where the bloody hell have you been?"
"I've been following a lead." Sherlock said nonchalantly.
"We've been trying to call you."
"Yes, I know." Sherlock went into Lestrade's office.
His desk lamp was the only light that was on. John was on the computer and Kailey was curled up in a chair, sleeping. There was a faint odor of cheap Chinese take-out in the air.
"I know who O'Malley was working with."
"You do?" John looked up from the computer. "Who is it?"
"Jim. James Moriarty." He paused to let this sink in.
"So, he blew up Kailey's house?" John asked.
"And killed her family. James wanted her father to come into the drug business with him, since so many Hollywood celebrities are corrupted these days. When he said no, James sent O'Malley to teach him a lesson. They blew up the house to destroy any evidence."
Lestrade sighed. "This is goin' to break her heart."
"Oh, don't worry. I've got a plan to catch O'Malley." Sherlock described it.
"I'm not puttin' that little girl in danger!" Lestarde said when Sherlock was finished.
"This is the only way?" John asked.
"As far as I'm concerned, yes." He squatted down next to Kailey and gently began to shake her. "Kailey, wake up," he said softly.
Kailey woke up, rubbing her eyes. "Mmm?"
"We know who killed your parents." Sherlock soothed.
"Mmmmf?"
"Yes, really. Would you like to help us catch him?"
Kailey was awake enough to now comprehend what Sherlock was asking. "Sure.'
"Good. Now," Sherlock arranged himself in a better position. "Here's what you have to do. . ."
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