What did Tashi do?
he spat.
“Nothing, actually,” Amish mouthed, refusing to meet the inspector’s eye. “I enjoyed those photographs and videos for many months until I had got bored with them. I wanted more, and the idea of getting explicit content directly from that North Eastern woman was more intriguing than watching porn. The one thing that took me longer was that I wasn’t sure what her full name was. I remembered it was Tashi-something, but her last name somehow eluded me. And then, suddenly, it came back to me - Chotten, Tashi Chotten.”