After accepting tea and toast Kallie and Paul left, each with a note of the names they were looking for, Kallie heading for Battersea, Paul to the upmarket St Catherine's Dock area of east London.
"Hopefully Kallie will find Reader fairly easily." John sighed as he sat down. "Unless he's moved or been taken."
"Who are these people?"
"The kids? Homeless mainly, I started helping them before I lost my sight, now they help me."
"You trust them?" Sherlock was genuinely curious.
"With my life and yours." John replied seriously. "I've never forced confidences from them, and I've never judged them. They in turn have felt able to come to me when they need help. We've built up a good relationship."
"That's something of an understatement."
"Be grateful for it. With them I hope to get word to your brother that you're safe, and then with his help we want to start trying to turn this whole unholy mess around."
"Watson's warriors?"
John chuckled at that.
"No, the ones that you've met call themselves Team Watson; they are the inner circle if you will. All told there are around a hundred others."
Sherlock whistled softly through his teeth.
"Where does my brother come into it?" he asked.
"I've been told that he has been working towards crushing the Taliban drug barons."