‘Is he a cop?’

She looked at Fox. ‘What makes you ask?’

‘Why else would I be here?’

She nodded slowly. ‘Well, you’re right. But our man is an Aussie, based in Melbourne.’

‘And?’

‘And, like I say, we know a lot about him.’ She opened a folder and brought out some sheets of paper. ‘He runs a website for like-minded people. There’s an entrance fee to be paid before they come aboard.’

‘They have to share,’ Gilchrist said. ‘Twenty-five pics minimum. ’

‘Pics?’

‘Of them with kids. Share and share alike…’

‘But there’s a nominal cash fee, too, paid by credit card,’ Inglis added. She handed Fox the top two sheets, a list of names and numbers. ‘Recognise anyone?’

Fox went down the list twice. There were almost a hundred names. He shook his head slowly.

‘J. Breck?’ Inglis announced. ‘The J’s for Jamie.’

‘Jamie Breck…’ The name did mean something. Then Fox got it. ‘He’s Lothian and Borders,’ he said.

‘Yes, he is,’ Inglis agreed.

‘If it’s the same Jamie Breck.’

‘Credit card comes all the way back to Edinburgh. To Jamie Breck’s bank, in fact.’

‘You’ve already checked?’ Fox handed back the list. Inglis was nodding.

‘We’ve already checked.’

‘Okay, then. So where do I come in?’

‘As of right now, his credit card’s all we’ve got. He’s not posted the photos yet – maybe he’s not going to.’

‘The site’s still active?’

‘We’re hoping they don’t catch wind of us, not until we’re good and ready.’

‘Members in over a dozen countries,’ Gilchrist broke in. ‘Teachers, youth leaders, church ministers…’

‘And none of them know you’re on to them?’

‘Us and a dozen other forces across the globe.’

‘One time,’ Inglis added, ‘the office in London arrested a ringleader and took over the running of his site. It took the users ten days to start suspecting something…’