Sitting in the rear of the patrol car, Spencer was hungover and irritable. ‘I’m sick and tired of interviewing the same people over and over again. What are the chances we’ll come up with anything new this time?’

Jane could feel her temper rising. ‘Well, if you’d told me the KW initials stood for KatWalk, we could have done this before.’

‘If you had asked I would’ve told you. I put it on the incident board.’

‘Yes, I know you did!’ she snapped, turning away to look out of the window.

Spencer yawned and scratched his head. ‘You know they were talking about going back to Mandy Pilkington and interviewing her again to get the personal details of all her clients. If she doesn’t play ball we’ll put a uniformed officer outside her address 24/7 and they’ll speak to every man who comes and goes from the address. That will soon destroy her business.’

Jane sighed. ‘That’s all a total waste of time. I’m the one that has been working on this bloody timeframe. According to her, the clients listed for that day were in the morning, our victim mid-afternoon and another client after him. The only client whose name she gave, together with his address, was the disabled man. From her timeline, he is the only one that was there at her brothel from five thirty onwards, until he was collected by Farook and taken home. I suggest you don’t waste time and just interview him.’

‘Terrific, I’m sure a guy with no legs could’ve got over to Foxley’s and gutted him. Now that’s what I call a waste of bloody time.’

Jane was now really angry. ‘Maybe you should spend more time on your day job, Spence, instead of worrying about whether or not your band has secured a record deal.’

Spencer glared at her. ‘For your fucking information, Tennison, Sony Records turned us down. Happy now?’

Jane felt bad for snapping at him but didn’t have time to apologize as they drew up outside Paramount House.

The first agent they went to see was Daniel Bergman, who was sitting at his desk eating a bagel and drinking coffee. ‘My God, it feels like you two are moving in here. Now what do you want?’

Jane took out her notebook. ‘We have some questions about entries in Charles Foxley’s diary.’

Bergman reached over as she passed him her neatly typed page of queries.

‘I now know KW stands for KatWalk,’ Jane said. ‘But what about the other references?’

He picked up a paper napkin, wiped his mouth and opened his desk drawer to pull out his personalized desk diary.