Spencer explained that he was trying to establish a tight timeframe because they knew that the afternoon of the day he was murdered, Charles Foxley had also been using Mandy Pilkington’s establishment. He asked if Michael had ever met Foxley or knew who he was.

‘I read about him in the papers, obviously. I mean, it was front-page news for a time so I knew he was some high-powered theatrical agent or film producer, but I never saw him in the flesh. Old Mandy is very careful about protecting her clients’ privacy. I personally wouldn’t give a shit, but I dare say some of them would not like it known that they could be found in nappies or dressing up as Mae West, or whatever. But I go there for straight sex and I also use the Jacuzzi, sauna and get a massage. Often’ – he cocked his head to one side – ‘if this is of interest to you, I can have two girls. It may be costly, but it’s worth every penny. Like I said before, to feel normal is quite tough. But when I come back from there I feel fucking marvelous.’

Spencer cleared his throat. ‘You are collected from here, is that right?’

‘Yeah, it’s quite a problem with the wheelchair in a normal taxi getting in and out. But Mandy organized transport from day one. I’m ready and waiting, and Farook is always on time. Farook is as strong as an ox, because I’m quite heavy. He lifts me into the back of Mandy’s car. He takes good care of me. We get to Mandy’s and he lifts me out and carries me into her house and up the stairs. Farook undresses me, even though I don’t really need it. He’s the one who gets me ready, then I have the fun and games.’

‘On the Monday that you know Charles Foxley was murdered, can you tell me what time you went to Miss Pilkington’s? And did you see Charles Foxley when you were there?’

Michael frowned, and for the first time he seemed irritated. ‘I just told you, I have never seen him or met him. I also told you that Mandy doesn’t like her clients meeting each other. She does it for a reason, to protect our privacy, all right?’

‘Yes, of course, I’m sorry. So this was your normal time?’

‘I was collected at five p.m., my usual collection time.’

‘And what time did you leave Miss Pilkington’s?’

Michael frowned, then he pursed his lips. He started to speak, then stopped. There was a slight sarcastic smile when he replied.