Chapter 1 – An American in London

"Sir, the case from this morning. It seems it's more complicated than we originally thought." Lestrade sighed as Donovan's depressing words washed over him. What fresh hell is it now?

"What could've possibly happened between the two minutes it took me to get a cup of coffee? Are the Americans kicking up a fuss again? Because you can tell Mr Up his own arse Mitchell that I have done everything I possibly could to get those files to him. Just because two tourists get murdered here does not mean I owe him a damn thing! So he can stuff his opinions where the sun don't shine!" During his furious tirade, Greg had gotten up and started pacing around the broom cupboard he called an office, readying himself to tell Mr Mitchell this in person.

"No, it's something else. That couple, they… they had a child. And he's still alive. It seems he was hiding in the wardrobe while the murderer shot his parents. He heard everything. This boy could be the key to this investigation." Sally shifted uncomfortably, not used to such a display of emotion from her usually reserved boss. She watched as Greg sank back down into his chair, the anger drained from his face.

"No way. No bloody way. A child? You're telling me that in the hours that our forensic team spent at that bloody hotel no one noticed that their child was STILL BLOODY THERE!" Sally bowed her head, trying to make herself a smaller target. She started mumbling excuses, anything to calm Lestrade down.

"Well you see sir he didn't make any noise as he was still in shock and he barred the door to the wardrobe with some sort of stuffed tiger and it was only when he started screaming that the forensic team realised he was there and even then they had to sedate him because he was absolutely out of control, he kept on screaming and fighting and nobody knew what to do so…" She trailed off, watching Greg warily. But Lestrade had managed to calm himself down, breathing deeply and counting back from ten. It was that or a murderous rampage through the office. Unfortuantely Lestrade couldn't be arsed with all the paperwork involved so calming down it was.

"Does this kid have a name?"

"Yes sir." Sally, glanced at the stack of files in her arms.

"His name is Calvin."