Spencer adopted what he thought was an intelligent expression. ‘Packaging?’

‘Yes, in simple terms you are making a package. If you have the star, producer, director and writer, and they are also your clients, that is a package. Charles was making major headway in packaging his clients for big film projects.’

Spencer nodded, still not too sure about what it all meant. ‘And these packages are lucrative?’

Francis laughed. ‘If the movie’s successful, you’re talking millions. Charles was leading the way with two or three big-money deals.’ Francis sprang to his feet. ‘Come into my office and let me show you some of the posters.’

*

Jane had been working with the help of one of the female clerical staff trying to trace all the cash withdrawals Foxley had made, and see where the money had ended up. She had already estimated that his visits to the brothel could have cost between £250 and £600 a week, but even if he was sometimes going three times a week, that still did not make a dent in the amount of cash he was withdrawing. She was becoming frustrated and about to break for lunch when DC Tony Johnson came to her desk.

‘There’s someone in reception who I think you’ll want to see. She asked for DI Miller but I told her he was not available.’

Jane sighed. ‘Well, who is it?’

‘Justine Harris.’

Jane jumped to her feet. ‘I’ll use the public interview room at the front of the station, next to the front counter. I’ll go in there and you bring her into me, all right?’

Jane grabbed her handbag and made her way to the interview room.

The room contained a small desk and chair, with another hardback chair against a wall, and some filing cabinets. It was private, and that’s what Jane wanted. She ran a comb through her hair and adjusted her shirt collar as Johnson ushered Justine Harris in.

Jane was taken aback. Justine was wearing a black beret with a black trench coat and was carrying a small leather clutch bag. Even with no make-up on she looked stunning. She waited for the door to close before she held up a manila envelope.

‘Um, the little detective in the pink shirt asked if I had any photographs of Charles that might be useful, and also if there were any living relatives. At the time, I honestly couldn’t recall anyone. Have you heard?’

Jane was slightly flustered. ‘Have I heard what?’

‘They are releasing Charles’s body for the funeral, which I’m arranging for Monday.’

Jane just nodded, inviting Justine to sit down.