"Greg" he looked at John to say "see, I remembered his first name" and looked at the floor. "It's Sherlock". Sherlock took the phone from his ear and winced. "No I do assure this is not a joke, you don't think I would be so stupid as to get myself killed if I could avoid it do you. Yes I can.....you did a pretend drugs bust on me looking for Jennifer Wilson's pink phone and the cabbie Hope came to the door and you just turned up 'on holiday' at the Cross Keys pub and took a pot shot at a massive dog".
"John make some tea?" he suggested.
"No, John's fine. Yep, well, I need a case in the vicinity of Windermere or Kendal somewhere in the south in the Lake District. It doesn't matter, no anything at all, haha I am hoping to flush out a killer for you. I just need to get an introduction to the local police and if I help them they may help me. Yes I'd like it if John came with me, but I haven't asked him yet. No, I certainly don't want my name mentioning in connection afterwards. They can take all the credit. If word goes round I'm alive he'll definitely be interested, very interested"
"his name is Moran, oh, he'd just like to shoot me that's all. Yes, that's great, better still, thank you, yes, I'm at home, ok bye"
Sherlock seemed satisfied the phone call. "John, did you get that, Lestrade is going to help me get what I want in return for something he wants".