Angelina’s wide blue eyes indicated agreement. ‘That’s what I’ve said to my lawyer, but he insisted I came to see you this morning.’

‘Have you any idea where your ex-husband might have taken Rory?’

‘No. My lawyer was worried he might have taken him abroad, but that’s impossible, as I have Rory’s passport at home.’

‘That doesn’t necessarily mean he couldn’t have obtained a duplicate for himself.’

‘Really?’ Angelina bit her lip. ‘Oh dear.’

‘I’ll send out a general alert. Do you by any chance have a photograph of your son and your husband? We’ll need one to scan onto the computer.’

‘Yes, Juli— my lawyer said you’d want one.’ Angelina picked an envelope out of her handbag and handed it to Jazz. ‘He will be all right, won’t he?’

‘I’m sure he’ll be fine, but best if we try and find out where he is. Now, if there’s nothing else, I’ll get back to my desk. I’ll pop in and brief you later, Mr Jones.’

Jazz smiled briefly at both of them and left the room.

Back behind her desk, Jazz slipped the photographs out of the envelope. The first one was of David Millar, obviously in the days before he took to the bottle and his life disintegrated. She put that to one side and stared at the photograph of Rory Millar. And caught her breath.

‘Good God!’ She whistled, then hunted through her briefcase to pull out the plastic wallet containing the photo of the young man she now knew to be Corin Conaught.

She put the photo of Rory next to it and called Miles over to take a look.

‘Well?’ she asked as he studied them.

‘Wow! They must be related, surely?’ Miles suggested.

‘This is Corin Conaught, erstwhile lover of Hugh Daneman, and now deceased, and this is Rory Millar, the missing boy.’

‘Hold on, are you saying Corin is a “he”, not a “she”?’

‘Yes. My dear old sleuthing pa managed to correct me. They are alike, aren’t they?’

‘Uncannily,’ Miles agreed. ‘Do you know if they are related?’

‘Not yet, no. Rory’s mum has only just handed me this photo. It could very well be coincidence. Photos can often be misleading. But I’d like to find Rory fast.’ Jazz handed Miles the photos of Rory and his father. ‘Scan these in and file a missing person’s report.’

‘Sure. We’re expected at Conaught Hall at eleven. I spoke to Lord Conaught’s housekeeper. She wasn’t helpful, told me his lordship’s an invalid and didn’t like visitors.’

There was a knock on the door.

‘Come.’

Sebastian Frederiks’s false smile appeared as he leaned his face into the room. ‘You wanted to see me?’

‘Pull up a chair and sit down, Mr Frederiks.’

‘Any news on poor old Rory?’

‘No, not yet. So tell me, Mr Frederiks, why you did nothing to stop Charlie Cavendish’s repeated bullying? And in particular, of Rory Millar?’

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. ‘Who’s been telling you this?

‘That doesn’t matter. I’d just like you to answer my question.’