‘Julia, we’re both grown-ups. Tell me exactly what he wanted her to do.’

‘He wanted to have sex with her and do dirty things. When she refused, he threw her out. She just left.’

‘Then what happened?’ Jane asked, her patience almost at breaking point.

‘Mr. Foxley gave her a lot of money and apologized and said he was appalled at what happened and hoped she would never talk about it.’

Jane sighed. ‘So that’s one incident you know about. What else do you know about that you haven’t told me?’

Julia shook her head. ‘I don’t know any more than what I just told you. I hadn’t worked there very long and I don’t think I should have told you about Annalise anyway. Oh God, now I’ve told you her name. I need to call my father about this. I’m really worried now because I don’t think I should be talking to you.’

Jane snapped her notebook closed. ‘Thank you very much for your time, Julia. You have been very helpful. Don’t be concerned about your friend Annalise. I won’t be contacting her.’

As Jane left, Julia slammed the front door behind her. She was certain Julia would be on the phone to her father in seconds but she didn’t care. She had a feeling the case was about to take a new turn.

*

Jane was at her desk, typing up her report on her visit to Julia Summers, when a thought struck her. She called Spencer at home and his wife answered.

‘Oh, sorry if I’ve interrupted dinner, it’s Jane Tennison. Could I have a word with Spence?’

Spencer came to the phone. ‘My God, what is it now? We just had a takeaway delivered and I’m halfway through a bottle of wine. Don’t say I have to come in.’

‘No,’ Jane said quickly. ‘I spoke to Julia Summers and I just wanted to ask you something about the models in Simon Quinn’s office.’

‘What about them?’

‘You took down a lot of names, didn’t you?’

‘Yeah, I don’t know how many. The girls’ particulars were printed on the back of the photographs but I haven’t typed up my report yet.’

‘Can you recall if you saw the name Annalise?’

‘Anna who?’

‘Annalise. I’m not sure how it’s spelled.’

Spencer sighed. ‘I honestly can’t remember. To start off with I was looking through a stack of girls they were no longer booking, so I then started on another stack. I remember there was a Yasmin in the obsolete file, but I was really looking for the redhead I saw with the envelope of money, and I didn’t find her.’

‘OK, thanks. Sorry to bother you. Enjoy your takeaway.’