‘There’s been a lot of discussion going on about who will get Charles’s old office. It’s the biggest space and James says he should have it. Daniel said he should have it, but neither Laura nor I really care. I’m quite happy here and so is Laura. The agents can get so vicious! To be honest, I can’t even go in there.’

She sat in her swivel desk chair, turning slowly from side to side as Spencer sat in a leather and chrome chair opposite.

‘We’ve been discussing a memorial service but no one really knows what to do. We haven’t been told if anyone has been arrested.’

She cocked her head to one side and he noticed she was wearing the same clothes she had on the previous occasion – a grey sweater with black trousers. Her face was still devoid of make-up.

‘We have made no arrest as yet,’ Spencer said.

‘Dear God, it’s been a week, hasn’t it?’ she said, continuing to swivel around in her chair.

Spencer nodded. ‘Tell me about Justine Harris’s visit to the office.’

‘No one was expecting her. She marched in unannounced and demanded we all meet in James’s office. He was exceedingly put out because she went and sat behind his desk. We all had to gather in front of her like school children.’ Emma did two more swivels before she sat still, folding her arms. ‘She wants us to buy her out as Charles owned the majority of shares in the company. She said that unless we buy her out, she will consider selling Charles’s shares to another theatrical agent. Our fear is if James doesn’t step up to the plate, we all might have to go and hawk our clients to other agents.’

‘Must be quite a nerve-racking time for everyone,’ Spencer said, nodding sympathetically. ‘One more question, Miss Ransom. I don’t want to name names, but we have been told that you were privy to Mr. Foxley’s drug abuse.’

Emma plucked at a bobble on her cashmere sweater. ‘I don’t know where you got that from.’

‘Look, we’re not interested in your personal drug use, but if you supplied Charles Foxley with cocaine, we will require you to disclose the dealer.’

‘Are you inferring that I supplied Charles with drugs?’

‘I simply need to know who Mr. Foxley scored his drugs from.’

‘Oh my God.’ She opened a drawer and took out a small packet of tissues. ‘This is terrible; I think I should have a lawyer present. I assure you that, beyond Charles offering me a line or two, I have never physically scored drugs in my entire life.’

‘Where did he get them from?’ Spencer asked.

She took another tissue from the little packet and blew her nose. Spencer waited.