"John doesn't need eyes, he's got me." Sherlock stated loudly, stepping up almost nose to pointy nose with his brother.
Mycroft's lip curled in disdain.
"Yes brother dear, he has you."
"Oh for crying out loud…." John added his voice to the argument, but was interrupted by the buzz of an incoming text.
"Text?" Sherlock frowned.
"Yeah, normally I'd get Mrs H or one of the lads, would you mind?" he held his phone out for Sherlock to take.
"The number's not recognised." Thumbing the message open, Sherlock read it aloud. "G, laptop and notes behind cupboard bin. Intruders in. Help. S." Glancing at the frown on John's face he continued. "That looks like a note transferred to message, under that it says 'They've got Sally, going after her. GL'"
John tapped his lips with his fingertips. "That'll be Sally Donovan…."
Mycroft bit back a gasp of surprise.
"GL is Greg Lestrade, her boss. He was sheltering her at his flat. Barrymore has obviously sussed them out."
"But why send this to you?"
"I have access to his flat too, obviously they've found something, it's in the notes or on the laptop."
"Or both." Mycroft said quietly.
"Yeah."
"Okay, but why go after her?"
"Because he offered protection and he won't let her down." John scratched his head and swore. "Bollocks!"