Miller did not respond. He tapped the driver on the arm. ‘I want you to drop me at the station, then take DS Tennison to the laboratories in Lambeth.’

Jane would have liked to ask him how his interview with Justine Harris had gone, but decided it was not worth getting another reprimand.

*

DS Gibbs and DCI Collins had spent an hour with Tyler, discussing the finances of Foxley’s agency.

Collins gestured to the documents they had accumulated. ‘With regard to the list that James Myers gave to DS Tennison and DS Gibbs, the inquiries to date have come up with nothing.’

Tyler sifted through the documents. ‘Dear God! It’s unbelievable! This eighteen-year-old actress is earning for six weeks’ work more than I will in a lifetime.’

Collins shrugged. ‘That’s showbiz for you, sir! There was one area that was financially insecure and that was this new venture Foxley started up about nine months ago. A young lad, Simon Quinn, is running KatWalk and contracting sports stars for promotional photographic work. But it’s barely covering the costs of the boy’s salary, and Foxley had been putting in money in the hope that they could turn it around.’

Tyler sighed. ‘Anything else?’

Spencer raised his hands. ‘I know we’re still waiting on the toxicology results from the victim. Based on his manner and the pace he seems to be working, I suspect Daniel Bergman might be using cocaine. I took the opportunity to put it to him, and he denied it, but he inferred Emma Ransom may possibly be a user.’

Tyler tapped the table with his pen. ‘Well . . . ’ He hesitated. ‘Let’s wait for the toxicology report to come in from the lab, then we can go back and have another interview with her.’

Collins stood up. ‘That’s me done, Lenny. I need to get a flight to the Bahamas and get my sunglasses out. In my honest opinion, I don’t think the motive for this murder was money. As I said, Foxley was a big earner but the others were catching up. Only one person benefits from Foxley’s death, and that’s his ex-wife.’

*

DCI Tyler had yet again been caught driving into the station yard by three journalists. He had already radioed in to say he was arriving so that the double gates would be open, but he was forced to wait as one camera flashed in his eyes and another journalist shouted to ask if there was an update or any news.

Tyler put his hand on the horn and blasted it continuously, shouting at them to get away from his car. The gates opened and he drove inside.