Quinn stood up, pushing his chair back. ‘I don’t remember. As I said earlier, you should contact Julia Summers. Perhaps she can give you a name.’

‘Come on, Simon. She looked like a model: red hair, wearing high-heeled shoes and carrying an envelope bulging with cash. All I want is a name.’

Quinn gestured to the mounds of photos boxed up and stacked in heaps around the room. ‘If you want to go through all the photographs, you’re welcome.’

Before Spencer could say anything, Quinn had pushed past him and into the corridor. Spencer looked around the room. He doubted that he would be able to remember the girl that clearly but, nevertheless, he picked up the stack of photographs and began to sift through them. He took out his notebook, jotting down the names from the back of the photos. He noticed they all had a cross in the corner. A memo on top of the stack read: No longer clients, no further booking. He put them aside and picked up a box from the floor.

*

Jane walked to Piccadilly Circus and caught the Piccadilly Line to Hammersmith. She then hailed a taxi to take her to Justine Harris’s house in Barnes. By the time she got there it was almost noon. Parked in the drive was Justine Harris’s Mercedes, but there were no other vehicles.

Jane walked to the front door and rang the bell, thinking perhaps that DI Miller had been dropped off. She could hear a telephone ringing. No one answered the phone or came to the door. Jane checked her watch again and walked back to the gate, which had been left open. She stood on the pavement, waiting as she saw Justine heading towards her, coming out from the copse and starting to cross a field not far from the railway line. She was wearing a slouch hat and an old overcoat and had all three dogs. Stick, the whippet, and Jack, the Jack Russell, were on leads, while she carried Toots, the dachshund, under one arm.

She was about ten yards away when she saw Jane and gave her a friendly wave, still holding the two dogs’ leads. As she approached Jane, she smiled and said they should go in the back way as she needed to wipe the dogs’ paws down and feed them. Justine appeared to be relaxed as she unlocked the back door to go into the rear garden, pointing out to Jane the new fencing that had been erected to keep the dogs from escaping, and in particular to prevent Jack from attacking next door’s pigeons.

She laughed as she let the dogs off the lead. ‘I’m sure the poor woman’s deluded. Half her precious pigeons were wild and just took up residence in the pigeon loft when they felt like it.’