Sentiment

Thirty-four

"Yeah, he only broke up with you because he didn't want you to hate him for what he did" Sherlock replied.

"I don't hate him, I forgave him" stated Lestrade truthfully.

"Do you still want to help us after hearing that?" I asked.

"Uh, yes, if Mycroft still loves me he can tell me" answered Lestrade.

"Ok, do you know who drove the car that Sherlock had his accident in?" I asked.

"Yeah, his name's Andy Kews" answered Lestrade.

"Do you know where he lives?" Sherlock asked.

"Yeah, he lives in Brixton. Do you want me to show you where?" answered Lestrade with a question.

"Yes please" answered Sherlock.

"Ok" replied Lestrade and we got into my Chevy Impala.

We drove to our destination according to the directions that Lestrade told us. We were there within an hour and a half.

The place where this 'Andy Kews' lived was a shabby looking flat and it was definitely a different scene change to the one in central London.

"This is it" announced Lestrade and we knocked on the door and I had a secret camera and voice recording on me.

Andy Kews opened the door and was about to close it when he saw us but Sherlock stopped him.

"We want to ask some questions about my accident Andy" notified Sherlock in a low voice.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about" lied Andy.

"I know you've sworn to this whole loyalty thing but he broke your promise didn't he? He promised that you wouldn't get hurt and he would give you lots of money didn't he?" Asked Sherlock.

"Who are you talking about?" Asked Andy and I was starting to get frustrated with him.

"Mycroft Holmes! That's who I'm talking about this now you either take the easy option and answer my questions with no harm done or you can take the harder option which will still end up with you answering my questions but with some harm done" Sherlock snapped angrily.

"I'll take option two" replied Andy cockily.

Sherlock turned to me and said: "This is the part where you come in" so I took out my gun and aimed it towards Andy Kews.

"You're not going to shoot me" stated Andy.

"You're right I'm not going to shoot you" I agreed and I pushed past him and brought out his twelve year old daughter.

"You wouldn't dare" threatened Andy but it didn't have an effect on me, I took the safety off my gun and it made the click sound and pointed it to his daughter.

"So are you going to answer to all of our questions or do you want me to shoot her?" I asked.

"You wouldn't shoot her" Andy stated as if he knew that were true which it wasn't; I was prepared to shoot his daughter for Sherlock so that he can expose that bastard.

"I'm a psychopath, killing people, is something I take great pleasure in doing" I said in a sort of menacing sing-song tone.

I saw Andy Kews' sag in defeat as he sighed and said: "Ok, fine let go of her"

I let go of his daughter and she ran back into the house, I kept my gun safety off just in case I would need to shoot Andy, if he wasn't cooperating off course.