"Sally was my messenger, she was close to Anthea." Mycroft sat down on the couch. "You're sure she wasn't party to…." He still couldn't quite believe that his security had failed so abysmally.
"Greg is happy that she's trustworthy, I trust his judgement."
Mycroft nodded. "And you Sherlock? You trust this police officer?"
"I don't know either of them," Sherlock hated to admit a gap in his knowledge. "But if John says Lestrade's judgement is sound…" He shrugged.
"You don't get to be a Detective Inspector without being able to read people and understand them."
"So what do you plan to do Doctor Watson?"
John sat quietly for a moment, then picked up his phone and pressed a number.
"Andy, John Watson." He spoke quickly and quietly. "I need you to spread the word that Barrymore has Sally Donovan. We don't know where she's been taken." He listened for a moment to the man at the other end of the phone.
Mycroft looked questioningly at his brother, but Sherlock simply held a finger to his lips as John started speaking once more.
"Can we get someone to watch Greg Lestrade's flat, make sure no-one's loitering." Getting the response he wanted John said goodbye and finished the call, staring blindly at the phone in his hand.
"It's time to take London back!"