"Are you sure about this Lestrade?" Barrymore growled, staring hard at the files on the desk. The names on the manila covers were as familiar to him as his own.
"I'm sorry sir," Greg stood with his hands at his sides, letting the waves of anger from the other man wash over him.
"I trusted them!" the words were roared over the policeman's apology, "They were like sons to me!"
"Unfortunately there can be no mistake; we have evidence that both of them have connections with other gangs."
"And this is your evidence?" the gang leader opened both files, spreading out arrest sheets and photographs.
"Some of it." Lestrade said. "I can get more if you need it."
"No." Scooping up the files and their incriminating contents he thrust them back into Greg's hands.
"You want me to…."
"I don't think so. I'll have them taken care of, not doubt they will drop onto your desk in time. Having you on the inside at the Yard is the smartest move I could have made." Barrymore smiled in a self-congratulatory manner. "Go back to your office and turn your mind to finding Holmes."
"Which one?"
"I think where you find one, the other will not be far away." Barrymore waved a dismissing hand. "I want then here, I will have their blood!"