On the outside the building looked like an ordinary house to office conversion, and the name JB Consultancy was ordinary enough given the central London location.
On the inside however, once past the opulent reception area the building was a hive of industry. One room was genuinely given over to a team of financial consultants, but the rest of the house was the heart of Barrymore's criminal network.
From the same office where he had instructed Lestrade to flush out the traitor on his payroll he sent two of his thugs to dispose of the bad apples, and now he sat staring blindly at the papers that would give him leverage over his rival Openshaw, seething over the telephone conversation he had just had.
"Sally Donovan has moved out of her flat, and she slept last night in Lestrade's office."
"He took a call last night while he was at the house, could've been her."
"Well she couldn't stay there without his okay on it. Trouble is I don't know where she is now."
Barrymore waited.
"She… er… she and Lestrade went out, he's been back about an hour but I haven't seen her."
"Did you ask?"
"Greg said she was following some leads on an armed robbery somewhere in South London. I couldn't really push it."
"Just find the bitch!"