‘Can I just get this clear, Detective Tennison? You wish to question my daughter regarding your investigation into the tragic murder of Charles Foxley? Firstly, I cannot see any connection. I am aware that my daughter was at school with Max Summers’ daughter, and I believe they have remained friends. I am also aware of Max Summers’ financial affairs, not that I am a close friend in any way, but I have been in business with him on various investment opportunities. However, I was not connected with, and had never met, Charles Foxley. Regarding the real reason you are here, I think it would be prudent if you could get to the point, as I suspect there is some kind of agenda that you have not yet mentioned.’

At that point his desk phone rang. He excused himself and answered it. He listened for a brief moment, then apologized, saying that he would need to take the call but would make it quick. Jane watched him closely as he spoke in fluent German to the caller, appearing to be discussing some transfer of funds and the tax implications. He exuded relaxed confidence, and although on first appearances he seemed austere, he was in fact a rather good-looking man. Jane caught herself musing that of late she had also found the middle-aged Darren McDermott very attractive and at one time she had even considered DCI Tyler to be rather handsome. She wondered why she was feeling attracted to more mature men. She certainly wasn’t interested in having a father figure – on the contrary, what she really needed was to get laid.

‘Sorry about that.’

Jane was startled out of her reverie.

‘As I was saying, could you please get to the point? I have no intention of allowing my wife and daughter to be interviewed at a police station.’

Jane hesitated. Montgomery stared directly at her.

‘I feel certain that if I was allowed to have a private conversation with your daughter, this need not be taken any further,’ Jane replied.

‘You must understand that she is still a minor. I insist on being present when you talk to her.’

Jane shifted in her seat, becoming slightly embarrassed. She knew that their daughter had lied to them and that if she could talk to Annalise herself, that might not have to be revealed.

Montgomery leaned back in his desk chair as Jane cleared her throat.

‘I believe that your daughter’s friendship with Julia Summers may have led to the situation I am here to talk to her about. Miss Summers was working for Charles Foxley’s modelling agency. We know for certain that at one time your daughter was on their books—’