Nick said, ‘Maybe they made a little journey, as you say, but not for the ten call.’ He leaned between his wife and sister-in-law and jabbed the screen hard enough to rock the laptop. Bottom right corner of the Z. ‘This big housing estate here. Maybe they already got where they were going, but drove a mile west for the 7 a.m. call. This B600 here, it goes right under the M1 and just about connects the two pins. Maybe with the last call at ten they just couldn’t be bothered to move and made it right from where they’ve been holed up.’

Miller raised her eyebrows, clearly impressed with Nick’s theory. But Anna surprised everyone by saying, ‘Does it matter? They’re going to give Josie back. We just have to wait for the call.’

‘If there’s a chance to find her, Anna…’ Nick said. ‘We don’t know if they will give Josie back, not for sure.’

‘But the police can’t just storm into a housing estate and search all the places. What if they are there and they panic and run? And hurt her? I don’t like that idea.’

‘But if we can get her back for sure, why no—’

‘No, I don’t like it.’ She pushed back her chair and stood. ‘I don’t want that risk. They just want the money. They’re going to give her back.’

Nick couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

Miller put her hands up. ‘Hey, guys, just calm it down. Nobody is invading anywhere just yet. I’ll have this area looked at, but, apologies, we don’t know anything yet for sure.’

‘They just want the money, and they’ll give her back,’ Anna said, and hurried from the kitchen.

Annoyed to see her upset, and needing someone to blame, Nick glared at the detective.

‘That’s all we’ve heard from you people so far. You don’t know anything.’

Nick, taxi alone, join the Bongos.

This time the contact came to Anna’s mobile, by text, twenty minutes before midday. She jumped off the toilet and rushed out, calling for everyone.

Google faced an inquisition. Bongos: ‘nickname for members of Bongo Bingo, a bingo club on Corporation Street’ – again in Rotherham, just a few hundred metres from the George Street phone box.

Twice made for no coincidence and the detectives decided that the kidnappers had a big tie to that town. Databases got hit to cross-reference Bongo Bingo with Nuthall, then Nottingham, then Nottinghamshire. Someone offered to try to find someone with a criminal record as well as Bongo status. Someone else said they should check out the club’s staff. Another said becoming a member of a gambling establishment meant filling in a form and handing it to reception – under the glare of CCTV.