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lightly. He's got a fair bit of muscle behind him too. So far we only peddle soft porn and we can deal with the small fry in the same game, but Garston's mob … well …’
    ‘You said it, Dad, small fry. That's all we are too. Yeah, we're making money, but it's peanuts compared to what we could rake in.’ The kettle began to whistle and Danny turned to make two mugs of tea, handing one to his father.
    Dan pursed his lips. He didn't like being called small fry and had to admit he wanted to be up amongst the big boys. He had a reputation as a decent safe breaker and had pulled off a few big jobs in the past, but this porn game was new to him. They had started it up a couple of years ago, still using the yard as a front, and as it was doing well he couldn't see the sense of rocking the boat.
    ‘I'm not sure, son. For a start, what about distribution?’
    ‘I've already put out feelers and there's a demand – a big one.’
    ‘I'm not sure the girls we use now would be willing to take it up a notch, let alone the blokes. Just what sort of photographs and films have you got in mind?’
    ‘All sorts. They want everything. Bondage, three-somes, queers. A couple of outlets asked for kids and they're willing to pay big money too.’
    Unable to believe his ears, Dan's voice rose in anger. ‘Do what? Kids! I ain't getting into that.’
    ‘It pays the most.’
    ‘I don't give a fuck what it pays! Christ, son, we're talking about children here! Ain't you got any morals?’
    ‘Dad, we deal in porn so it's a bit late to talk about morals. If the demand's there, we should capitalise on it.’
    ‘No!’ Dan yelled, slamming his mug down, regardless that tea slopped onto the desk. ‘Our girls and their partners are willing participants, and that's fine with me. They do their act, get paid, but you won't be able to say the same about children. They'd have to be forced! Have you even thought about that?’
    The office door opened and Bob poked his head inside. ‘What's going on? What's all the shouting about?’
    ‘Get out!’ Dan bellowed.
    Bob swiftly disappeared, and Danny turned to his father. ‘Calm down, Dad.’
    Dan sprung to his feet, leaning over his desk and so angry that spittle flew out of his mouth as he yelled, ‘Calm down! We're talking about child pornography and you expect me to calm down!’
    Danny's manner became placatory. ‘Look, Garston provides what the punters want, and that includes kids. It was just a suggestion, that's all, and I must admit I hadn't thought it through. If you don't like the idea we can just forget it.’
    ‘Of course I don't like the fucking idea! In fact, the meeting's off.’
    ‘Hold on, Dad. Don't cut off your nose to spite your face. There's still a lot of money to be made from the other stuff.’
    Dan fought his anger as he sat down again, but failed. All right, he was no angel, but he had standards, a code that he lived by. When the boys had suggested getting into this game, he'd been against it, but they had talked him round. He had to admit that the thought of easy money had been a big factor in his decision – that and the fact that he was getting too old for safe breaking, his hands and ears not as good as they used to be. He glared at his son. Christ, using children! Danny said he hadn't given it a lot of thought, but that was no excuse. The boy was his firstborn, he'd been proud of him, yet now it was as if he was seeing his son for the first time – and he didn't like what he saw. Maybe Danny had seen too much – maybe that was it, Dan thought, searching for excuses. Danny had a talent for photography and was involved in the technical side of making the films, but surely that wasn't responsible for turning him into a sick bastard who could suggest using innocent kids? He had to get out of there, to breathe fresh air. Pushing himself up, he growled, ‘Wait for the boys. I'll be back later.’
    ‘But, Dad …’
    Dan didn't stay to hear the rest of Danny's words.He