Both men went white.
‘Lord Anthony Pringle! That’s why the name escaped me. This photo has obviously been doctored . . . look, the man in this photo looks to me like a porn star . . . Christ! That kiddie he’s doing up the jacksie can’t be more than seven or eight.’
Lorne scarcely heard him. What he had seen had made his innards feel curdled. ‘There’s more,’ he said, his voice scarcely above a whisper. ‘A lot more. We’ve got ourselves a major problem here, Kenny.’
‘I can see that!’ Ken said.
‘No,’ Lorne told him slowly, ‘I don’t think you can. Look at the doctored photos: these three men, Pringle being one of them, belong to the House of Lords. These . . . seven, eight, nine here are Labour. These . . . five, six, seven are Tories. These . . . four-’
‘The bottom line, Lorne. What’re you saying?’
‘I’m saying that if all of these men belonged to only one part of the government, then we could make a case based on partisanship, and we’d have a solid lead to go on. But that isn’t the case. Look at who’s represented here: both government and opposition, not to mention the House of Lords.’