‘During summer solstice at Stonehenge, the sun rises directly above the Heel stone.’

‘The Heel stone?’

‘It stands outside the circle and it’s not worked like the others. If you stand in the centre of the circle, the sun rises above the Heel stone. It’s quite incredible.’

‘You’ve been?’

‘Many years ago. I wouldn’t go now, it’s like a circus. But even more impressive is the Machu Picchu Intihuatana stone, it’s like a solar clock of the year.’

‘How could they have achieved this all those years ago?’

‘I believe that various wars and natural disasters wiped out their civilisations along with their knowledge and we simply don’t appreciate how advanced they were.’

Kelly put her hands on her hips and let the information sink in. She fiddled with her ponytail and folded her arms. The artist didn’t look up from his pad. If this shit got out before she could understand it fully, she’d be a laughing stock.

‘Tell me about the importance of this symbol.’ Kelly showed them a picture on her phone of the mark of the Moon Goddess.

‘It’s the full moon with a waxing and waning moon. She’s seen by some as the sun, or Mother Earth, she has many names. It depends on what you believe.’

‘And what did Kirk Junker believe?’

Fred blushed, it was Kelly’s first mention of the man Fred O’Reilly had failed to tell them about.

‘He was more interested in the Horned God.’

‘Excuse me?’

‘It’s the male deity in Paganism – the Moon Goddess being the female – and he’s associated with winter, masculinity, hunting and virility.’

‘What kind of father was he?’

‘Father?’ Fred looked at Sandra.

‘I told her they moved away,’ said Sandra.

‘He was stern. I always said he suited puritanism more than Paganism. It was a joke. He didn’t find it funny.’

‘We’re struggling to locate him, and now I know he has a daughter, it’s even more imperative. What was her name?’

‘Daphne.’

‘Daphne Junker?’ Kelly asked.

‘Just Daphne, we don’t take surnames officially.’

‘Did she go to school?’

‘Probably.’

‘Where did they live?’

‘They lived in an apartment in Penrith. I never went there. He was very secretive.’

‘How did he find your group?’

‘He met Mary out walking one day. They struck up a conversation and I believe they found things in common.’

‘Would you say that was naïve of Mary?’

Fred blushed. ‘Yes. She was vulnerable. He was a predator. She found him… exotic.’

‘Predator is a strong word for someone who’s missing with a young daughter, how old would she be now? Did he go by any other names? I’ll need the name of his wife too.’

‘I never heard him call himself anything else. His wife was called Gloria. I think Daphne would be about eighteen now.’

‘And they simply vanished?’