Inside the flat a teary Jocelyn Shahbazi was sitting in a small living room, with the rest of her obscenely good-looking children draped all over her. It was a fragile scene of a family on the brink. Until Layla slapped one of her nephews on the back of his head.

‘Get your grubby feet off my couch and go play in my room,’ she said.

‘Your room’s a cupboard!’ the curly-haired youngest whinged. ‘We can’t fit in there.’

‘You’ve got ants in your pants,’ Layla grumbled. ‘That’s your problem.’

The boy got to his feet and started doing pelvic-thrust dance moves.

‘Go!’ Layla ordered.

The girl stayed. Georgette Shahbazi seemed to be suffering the most from the upheaval Bish and Elliot had introduced into their lives the day before.

Jocelyn’s phone started ringing but she didn’t answer. ‘I honestly don’t know where Violette and Eddie are,’ she said. ‘I wish I did. I’m sick to my stomach thinking of them out there.’

Bish was disheartened, because he believed her. ‘Then give me names,’ he said, taking out his notebook. ‘Anyone Violette knows here. The authorities are in contact with the boy’s father every day and he’s heard nothing. Violette has to know someone in this city, Jocelyn. Can I call you that?’

‘I’m sorry you had to witness what you did in my home, Mr Ortley, but Ali’s family have always been uncomfortable about our name being dragged down with the Sarrafs.’

‘Yet you see Noor LeBrac every month,’ he said.

‘I’m not apologising for my behaviour,’ she said. ‘I’m apologising for his.’

Georgette was sniffling into a tissue.

‘Where did you get that T-shirt?’ Bee asked her abruptly.

Georgette gave her a hostile look. ‘Where did you get that skirt?’

Bish had no idea what this exchange was about, but he kept his attention on Jocelyn. ‘I don’t want to disrupt your family any more than they have been,’ he said. ‘And I’m not passing judgement on your phone calls or visits to Noor LeBrac or Jamal Sarraf. I just want to bring in Violette and the boy safe and sound.’

Layla was staring at her sister. ‘You visit him?’

‘Don’t start, Layla. You told me never to mention his name, so I haven’t mentioned his name.’

‘How could you, Joss?’

‘I promised Aziza I’d keep an eye on him and I promised Noor,’ Jocelyn snapped. ‘That’s all I’m saying on the matter.’ Her mobile started ringing again.

‘Just answer it, Joss,’ Layla said, irritated.

‘Daddy’s being an arsehole of biblical proportions,’ Georgette sniffed.

‘Gigi, we don’t use language like that,’ said Jocelyn, and Bish felt his daughter pinch him in the side.

Yes, yes. The Ortley family used language like that all the time.

‘She knows,’ Bee whispered.

Bish gave her a warning look but Bee persisted in the whispering and Georgette Shahbazi watched. ‘You’re being rude,’ Georgette accused.

‘Then I won’t whisper, Beirut Barbie,’ Bee said loudly.

There was a collective gasp.

‘Sabina!’

‘And you’re a dyke!’ Georgette shouted at Bee.