Greg swiftly hid both his and Sally's mobiles, having texted John the Sergeant's message. He only hoped that someone trustworthy was with him and could read him the message.
Now with a grim smile he opened the door to the flat, knowing the on the other side were Barrymore's minions.
"Boss sent us to invite you to come along and have a little chat." The self-appointed leader had a bad case of acne and an inflated opinion of his importance to the organisation. "He's been hearing bad things about you, you've been telling porkies."
"Sounds like he's been listening to gossip." Greg stood his ground.
"No Mr Lestrade, he's finally seen the light! Now, you gonna come quietly?" He grinned around at his companions, to see if they got the joke. They grinned back.
While they were still sniggering Greg bolted, knocking them over like skittles as he ran for the stairs.
He almost made it to his car, but he had reckoned without the reinforcements they had left out on the street.
The resulting scuffle was brief but vicious, and the Detective Inspector found himself being bundled into the back of a transit van.
"You'll regret messing with Mr Barrymore." The thug snarled "And when he's finished with you, we're gonna put you in a hole with your prize bitch!"
A/N: For those not familiar with Cockney Rhyming Slang, 'Porkies' are Pork Pies - Lies
The 'In Joke', for those not familiar with old British police crime dramas...well I've lost count how many times I've heard them ask "You gonna come quietly?", although they usually add "Sonny" to that :D