Geraint looked up. ‘There’s been a lot of activity on Daddy Pig’s home computer. But it looks more like only the wife uses it.’

‘How can you be sure?’ I asked.

Geraint tilted his laptop screen towards me.

Google: Normal to wee a bit when sneeze?

Google: How to strengthen pelvic floor?

Google: Strong pelvic floor better for sex?

Google: Reasons husband not interested in sex

Google: How many times a year need to have sex so marriage not classed sexless?

Google: Does it matter if marriage sexless?

‘Right. I see your point.’

‘I’ve double-checked the security of the links. They’re all genuine. There aren’t any dummy websites leading through to a chatroom.’

‘Keep monitoring everything just in case,’ said Hattie as Geraint added ‘Birmingham trips, Daniel Wheal’ to Daddy Pig’s column.

Pixie looked over at me. ‘Poppet, did you spot anything out of place in Daddy Pig’s emails from the children’s schools?’

I shook my head. ‘Nothing jumped out as suspicious or coded.’ I’d skimmed through the folder Pixie emailed me on the tube this morning and, after reading the tenth letter from the school on subjects ranging from nit infestations to name-taping requirements, I was starting to dread just exactly what lay ahead. There was so much to remember.

‘OK, so these,’ Hattie motioned to the three Pigs’ columns, ‘are our working leads. G and Pixie, you focus on chasing these down. And Lex and Frederick can keep working on getting us some more.’

The slide on the whiteboard was now replaced with a list of thirty names. Four of which had a line through.

‘Hackers,’ Hattie announced. ‘How’s it going, Jake and Cameron?’

‘Slow-going,’ said Jake, ‘but we’re getting there. We’re working through the list by area. Trying to save time by focusing our interrogations to a designated postcode.’

‘It’d be much quicker if you approved the cattle-prod,’ added Cameron.

‘It’s not happening, Cameron,’ Hattie told her. ‘Remember, you find just one hacker that works for Tenebris and we can shut them down. Keep at it. Within reason.’ He shot a look at Cameron.

The whiteboard changed again, this time to a photo of a clown.

‘Not this guy,’ groaned Jake. ‘I hate the creepy sod.’

‘I got confirmation from one of my sources an hour ago that the Clown is in town and meeting with a contact this afternoon about an upcoming hit. There is a strong chance he could be the Coyote the Chinese People’s Alliance have hired to assassinate Peng.’