‘I’ve got the hotel receipt for where he stayed,’ said Pixie, her eyes not moving from her laptop. ‘I’ve been combing through Zurich CCTV records to try and track his movements. So far we’ve got him in the vicinity of the Lienhardt and Co. bank. Facial recognition confirmed him on the street corner. We’re making a start on hacking the bank’s records. He flew back to London that evening. He received one call on his mobile from a Swiss hotel number the next morning. Whatever was said on that call obviously was of great importance as he left work early that day. Cited a family emergency. Although he did not make it home and he made no calls to Kate.’

‘That’s good,’ said Hattie, nodding. ‘From that we can surmise he met with someone in Switzerland who rang him the next day, potentially arranging a meet in London.’

‘And the meet could’ve been with the Coyote,’ cut in Geraint. He pressed a few buttons. A map of London projected onto the whiteboard. ‘The sightings and mobile phone tower records we have of George Pig that afternoon are all around here.’ He circled New Cavendish Street and Harley Street. ‘This is an interesting area for George Pig to be visiting as, as you will see here –’ he motioned towards a red dot – ‘this is Asia House. Who, according to a visa application form, sponsored a Patrick Ng’s arrival into the UK on a flight from Switzerland that morning.’

‘And you think Patrick Ng is the Coyote?’ asked Robin.

‘We have no way of knowing,’ replied Geraint. ‘Professor Patrick Ng is from Beijing University with a specialisation in pan-Asian – European economics. That’s if it was the real Patrick Ng who entered the country.’

‘Lex, you need to make sure Frederick keeps a close eye on George Pig at work,’ said Hattie. ‘If the Coyote is now in London he’s going to meet with him again. There must be a safe house in the area.’

Geraint motioned towards the map on the whiteboard. ‘We’ve had no hits for George Pig on the street CCTV, despite his mobile phone logging him there – he’s probably arriving by car to a building with an underground car park.’

Hattie looked round at us all. ‘We catch George meeting with the Coyote and we’ve cracked it. We’re on our way to closing down the Tenebris Network.’

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty

A MOTHER IN A CANADA GOOSE jacket bounced up to me.

‘You’re Gigi’s mother, yah?’

‘Yes, that’s me.’

‘Did you know that Miss Jenna is not Montessori-trained?’

‘I . . . I did not.’ I struggled to place who Miss Jenna was. I figured she must be either the middle-aged dark-haired one or the new young blonde one.