Kallie watched worriedly as a further three people made their way into the house. Sammy might have stood a chance one on one with the policeman, but now he would be more than outnumbered; those men looked as if they knew how to handle themselves, and two of them were twice the size of her friend. The third was tall, slim, and looked coldly vicious.

Realising that John and Sherlock might not arrive in time she decided that somehow she would need to delay these people, especially if Sammy couldn't evade them. Without a second thought she pitched her backpack into a nearby front garden and ran, crouched, towards the car.

It took just minutes for her to let down two of the car's tyres, and she ran back to the garden where she'd thrown her bag, crouching in the long grass, watching both ends of the street.

It wasn't long before one of the heavies re-emerged, Sammy held captive by a belt around his neck. As they approached the car they were joined by another who was pushing Lestrade and Donovan ahead of him. They were handcuffed together.

There was a brief muffled conversation, and then one man nodded and stepped to the back of the car, opening it in readiness to push the two police officers into the boot.