‘I don’t want to get you into trouble, Miss Ransom, but if we discover that Mr. Foxley was killed due to his association with a drug dealer and you’ve withheld information from us, it could have severe repercussions for you.’

Emma burst into tears. ‘This is just terrible.’ She dabbed at her eyes and blew her nose. ‘Of course I knew he was doing cocaine; everyone here knew that. But I swear to God, I have no idea where he got it from.’ She thought for a moment. ‘I know who said something to you – it was Daniel, wasn’t it?’

Spencer stood up. ‘Thank you for your time. I’d appreciate it if you would contact us if you recall any information that would be helpful.’

He walked out of her office and headed back down the corridor. Bergman was in reception, complaining loudly as Rita handed over a bundle of scripts.

‘Nobody has told us anything, Mr. Bergman. Julia Summers isn’t in and she would be the one to know.’

Bergman looked at Spencer. ‘It’s beyond belief what’s going on here. We’ve had a movie premiere cancelled, and Ivor Summers is flying in, and no one seems to know what’s going on. This business is enough to drive you insane!’

Spencer decided there was no point in asking further questions of Daniel Bergman.

As he left the building, Emma Ransom was tipping the contents of a small plastic container into the toilet and flushing it away. As she came out of the cubicle, Laura Queen walked in.

‘Are you all right?’ she asked.

Emma shook her head. ‘That policeman has just asked me if I knew who was supplying drugs to Charles. I know it was Daniel who said something. He is such a slimebag. How the hell would I know where Charles scored from?’

Laura shrugged. ‘I doubt if he would be using street dealers. With his money and his contacts he wouldn’t need to take the risks; you know how paranoid he could be.’ She put her hand on the cubicle door and hesitated. ‘I doubt very much if anyone he scored from would want to murder him. You know how he could straighten himself out when he needed to. Right now we all need to get our acts together because that bitch of an ex-wife could ruin us all. I don’t know about you, but I’ve lost a few clients already, and now they’ve put his latest movie on hold and it might not even get a premiere here.’

Laura went into the cubicle and shut the door. Emma looked at herself in the mirror, suddenly wishing she hadn’t flushed it all down the toilet.

Chapter Seventeen

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Darren McDermott and DCI Tyler had been closeted in his office for over an hour.