Showered and changed John joined Sherlock in the living room, where the latter was looking at the piece of paper he had purloined from Anthea's house.
Staring at his brother's handwriting, Sherlock wondered if Mycroft knew his trusted PA had betrayed him, had he even seen the news report.
He looked up as John slid into his chair and leaned forward, sightless eyes turned towards him.
"You have the names from last night?"
"I do," Sherlock smoothed the paper absent-mindedly. "I know one of them, not the other."
"Okay, that's a start at least. D'you know where he is?"
Sherlock shook his head.
John cleared his throat, and as he looked up at him the younger man realised his mistake.
"Sorry, I forgot." He mumbled, provoking a chuckle from the other man.
"That's okay," John assured him. "You'll get used to it. So, do you?"
"No. Mycroft always played his cards close to his chest."
"Damn." Scratching his head John thought for a moment. "Who are they?"
"Matthew Reader, I know him. He was my brother's personal protection officer." With a sigh he contemplated the other name. "The other is Neville Drury, never come across him before."
"Okay Sherlock, I'm going to call in some help," John pulled out his phone, adding "You see what you can remember about brother's bodyguard."