But the Watson-Bruces were also a fiercely loyal family, Miller told her. Angry at Iliana for abandoning them, or pleased that she struck out on her own and made a success, it didn’t matter. Blood was thicker than water, and when one of the clan needed help, the family stepped up.

‘And I mean the entire family, dear. Dominic Watson-Bruce has admitted recruiting his girlfriend, Louise Mackerson, into the mix – one of the two women we were told have Josie. But how was Dominic recruited? By his father, Robert Watson-Bruce, owner of Watson-Bruce Salvage and brother of Iliana Eastman. Iliana had called her brother for help. You told me he didn’t recognise you, didn’t know about the dashcam video, right? I reckon he wasn’t told anything except the details of his tasks.’

‘He’ll know who I am soon. Maybe there will be regret.’

Miller didn’t reply to that, but moved on to Anna’s other abductor. Alan Anderson was, as he’d claimed, wanted by Northumbria Police for a series of arson attacks on vehicles. But empty ones. No murders to his name, this fool. Just ego and low morals. When Northumbria Police pegged him as a suspect in the fire bombings, he fled his home town of Newcastle Upon Tyne and settled in Fatfield, and there met a girl called Elsie. She got him an off-the-books job at her mother’s scrapyard. The mother was Rhona Watson-Bruce, sister of Iliana and Robert. Rhona was called by Robert with a tale of woe from Iliana, and then she had a sit-down with Elsie and Elsie’s boyfriend.

But Rhona Watson-Bruce also had a son, Darren, twenty-one, who’d recently been issued a nuisance vehicle warning by police. For riding his quad bike on pavements.

A family affair indeed.

Miller flicked the screen to show side-by-side pictures of Robert and Rhona Watson-Bruce, mugshots from years ago. ‘These two and Iliana are conveniently away in Spain on holiday. A neat alibi. But it won’t help them, dear. We’ll get these three at the airport when they return, or we’ll get them over there if they don’t. We’ve got the phones of the two men who took you and soon we might have some good information on Darren. We’ll get them all, Anna. Including Eastman.’

Miller flicked again. New pictures, ripped from Facebook: two women who barely looked twenty. Louise Mackerson, a black girl with hair like springs and big eyes she could see the men falling for, was in a nightclub, pouting for the camera, drink in hand. Elsie Watson-Bruce, a skinny and petite girl with hair blonde and long, was in a bowling alley, laughing while struggling to hold a heavy bowling ball above her head. Both pictures had comedic tags, thus increasing Anna’s struggle to imagine them as kidnappers of a child.