The girl was offering no resistance. Her features were Asian and she was smiling vacantly in the direction of the camera, a hollow look in her glazed eyes. Her lips were forming words but there was no soundtrack. Ejecting the disc, Laura slipped another one into the slot and saw a teenage boy being buggered by a naked, scrawny man who looked old enough to be his grandfather.It was all she could do to avoid being physically ill as she switched from disc to disc. All the recordings were the same basic format – adults sexually abusing submissive Asian children. Laura forced herself to fast-forward through every DVD in the box, searching in vain for the recording of her and Simon in the Hilton.By the time she’d skimmed through them all her hands were shaking and her head was reeling. She went to the kitchen to pour herself a stiff gin, then picked up the phone and dialled Ronnie McGavigan’s number.‘Have you heard the news, Ronnie?’‘Dreadful business, Laura. I had a visit from the police this morning.
