‘Someone at the nursery. They must be working for Tenebris. Frederick has been communicating with them through the pictures.’ I thought of each of the teachers.

Miss Jenna. The one who had just started. The one who was outraging everyone with her lack of Montessori training. The one who had let Frederick take Gigi.

‘I know who it must be. We need to pick her up. If she’s been the go-between for Frederick and Tenebris then she must know how to get hold of them. Even who they are.’

‘Send everything you have on her to G. He’ll track down an address and Cameron can go get her.’

*

‘Frederick is definitely the Snake,’ announced Geraint as I walked into the meeting room. Jake and Hattie had beaten me back there as I’d had to wait until Kenny the commando had arrived and been briefed on everything he needed to know about keeping Gigi and my mother-in-law safe.

‘I’ve gone through the gallery accounts and things don’t add up. The gallery took receipt of seven different works of art by Salvador Dali, Henry Moore, to name but a few, and immediately sold them to seven different buyers. None of whom I can find any record of on any international database. They are genuine people but all with different addresses and nationalities.’

Hattie nodded. ‘All his Tenebris earnings were transferred to art. It’s easy to hide and easily transportable. And he can sell on as and when he needs the money.’

‘Do we know where these works of arts are now?’ If Frederick managed to evade us, if we at least knew where he was headed we could be waiting.

‘The British Virgin Islands. I’ve been going through courier records from the gallery and Frederick arranged shipment of seven paintings to an address there. The paperwork may say they are inconsequential ones worth a few grand but I’m betting you they’re hiding what’s really underneath.’

‘Do we think Peng is still at risk?’ asked Jake. ‘Surely Frederick’s not going to make a play for her now he knows that we know who he is? He won’t be able to get within a few feet of her without us taking him down.’

I thought about it. ‘Frederick knows Peng is going to be at the Christie’s exhibition this afternoon and there’s no way of knowing he hasn’t already got a plan in place for killing her. Look at the banquet – Peng could’ve died there without him even being in the room. It pains me to say it, but he’s good at this.’

‘He might not even be working alone,’ added Hattie. ‘You all go to Christie’s. I’m going to head to Heathrow. With Frederick’s high-level MI6 credentials, he would’ve had no trouble gaining access to the airport and potentially tampering with the plane.’