The discs had been at the car lot, so that meant Davey at least knew something about it. Whether he knew the contents was a different matter. Computer porn was big business these days. It was what the newspapers were always shouting about. From what she had read over the last two days, there was no actual legislation concerning it. It came down the phone line to be reproduced in stunning colour at the other end. Men could even use a mouse and change the look of the pictures. There had been a case in America where one man was sending the stuff to over thirty different countries.

Child porn was big money, because unlike Penthouse or Mayfair, you had to pay for its very illegality as well as the product. But it was hardly a furtive business any more, more of a worldwide market.

In her heart of hearts, Donna knew that this was the business for Stephen Brunos. Technology was his forte. Women were also his forte, whether for telephone sex or his escort agency. He would have no qualms about selling these children worldwide. Corrupting them, using them.

All she had to find out was whether or not her husband was a part of it. Find out for definite, because until she knew, she couldn’t even look him in the face again. The worst of it all was knowing that someone like Christopher Scott, a complete psychopath, was involved. But she would find out what was going on and then blow the whistle on it all, no matter who she brought down.

The plane taxied down the runway and Donna lay back in her seat, watching as it rose into the air and the lights of Heathrow spread out below her like fairy-lights on a Christmas tree.

Opening her briefcase, she took out the artist’s impression of the Bay View Hotel. It was drawn in beautiful living colour, making it look more like a photograph than a pencil drawing. The building had the most stunning façade: rounded windows, adorned with teak shutters; immense double doors leading into a foyer that held a fountain, surrounded by plush seating.

It really looked beautiful, and Donna was planning to base herself in one of the palatial rooms while she tried to find out what Stephen Brunos was doing there. The hotel was in Hikkadoa. Stephen would be using it as a blind. Taking their investment and tainting it as he did everything he touched.

Holding the picture to her breast, she pictured herself and Georgio lying in one of the larger bedrooms overlooking the sea. Both tanned and fit. Both enjoying the sea breezes and the easy life in Sri Lanka.

She remembered Georgio telling her it was stunning, the women incredibly beautiful and the island itself green and lush, with temples and elephants everywhere.