‘Nigel Kinney,’ the suited man announced. ‘I’m Jason Nolan from the Paedophile Hunting Network. Would you like to tell me why you came here this afternoon?’

Twins Leon and Daniel watched through the doorway as the camera operator zoomed on Nigel, who held hands in front of his face.

‘Mr Kinney,’ Jason Nolan demanded. ‘PHN has been tracking your behaviour. What have you got to say for yourself?’

Nigel spluttered. ‘I didn’t lay a finger on him. I didn’t plan on doing anything illegal.’

‘But we have hundreds of messages, Mr Kinney,’ the presenter pushed. ‘You sent and requested sexually explicit images. Our hidden camera just filmed you paying Leon three hundred pounds.’

‘I don’t understand,’ Nigel said, backing up behind the coatstand but pursued by the camera operator. ‘You’re not the police?’

‘No we are not the police,’ Jason explained. ‘We are a totally independent organisation that tracks the vile behaviour of people like yourself. We will send all of our evidence to the police and you may face prosecution. We will also put a video about your activity on our Paedophile Hunting YouTube channel.’

‘I didn’t touch him,’ Nigel shouted. ‘I just came here to hang out and play Xbox with the boy.’

Leon shook his head at his twin Daniel, as Nigel and the camera operator continued their dance around the swaying coatstand.

‘If you’re not police you can’t arrest me,’ Nigel blurted.

‘We’re not stopping you leaving,’ Jason said, aiming a hand towards the exit. ‘But we will make sure that your wife sees all the evidence, for the sake of your twelve-year-old son. And we’ll also be notifying your employer.’

‘I’m leaving,’ Nigel shouted, hands over face as he barged the camera operator and made for the door.

‘What do you think your eighty-two-year-old mother will think about this when she finds out?’ Jason demanded. ‘Are you ashamed of yourself?’

‘I never laid a hand on him,’ Nigel said tearfully, as he fumbled with the door catch.

‘But you were convicted of two sex offences in 1998, while doing a summer job at a holiday camp,’ the presenter noted. ‘Have you got anything to say to those victims? And how many other boys are there that we don’t know about, Mr Kinney?’

Nigel spun around in the hallway, then pounded the wall. ‘You’ve stolen my shoes. Where are my shoes?’

‘Nice knowing you, pervert,’ Leon taunted. ‘How do you like my tight little shorts now?’

‘This is entrapment,’ Nigel shouted, pointing at Leon. ‘He set me up … What have you done with my damned shoes?’

‘I’m sure they’re around somewhere, Nigel,’ Leon teased.

Nigel started wagging his finger in presenter Jason’s face. ‘I have a very, very good lawyer. If you put this online I will sue you for every penny you have.’