Sally's head shot up as the door handle turned slowly.
"Greg." She hissed giving his shoulder a gentle shake. "There's someone outside."
Greg nodded, planting a kiss on her forehead before guiding her off his lap so that he could climb stiffly to his feet.
The door rattled, and then a soft voice called.
"Hello?"
"That doesn't sound like one of Barrymore's thugs."
Greg strode towards the door and pressed his face close to the crack between door and jamb.
"Who are you?"
"My name's Sammy. Are you Lestrade?"
"Yes, Greg Lestrade. Do I know you? How do you know my name?"
"We've been looking for you, John sent us." Quick bright eyes scanned around the door, looking for weaknesses. "Are you alone Mr Lestrade?"
"Us?"
"Yeah, Kallie's keeping watch outside."
"Right. No, I have Sally Donovan with me."
Sammy whistled softly, he'd struck gold!.
"John'll be pleased to…hang on…" His phone vibrated and he quickly pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the message. "Oh no, Kallie says we've got company!"
He stood frantically looking for a place to hide but it was no use, there was nowhere.
"Sammy, what's going on?" Greg whispered loudly, but instead of a response from his would-be rescuer he heard a familiar voice.
"Well, well. And what are you doing here boy?"