‘OK, I suggest you bring in Julia Summers and hopefully she will give you the names of any other girls who were paid off by Foxley. But we need to tread very carefully. Her father, Max Summers, is a very influential man.’ As he finished his sandwich, he turned to Spencer. ‘Right, Gibbs, let’s hope you’ve got something more solid.’

‘Maybe, guv. So far we’ve been unable to identify the drug dealer who was supplying Charles Foxley. But I now have a name – we’ve had him in our sights before as he’s Mandy Pilkington’s driver – Ahmed Farook. I was given his name by one of her regular clients, a Michael Langton. I don’t think he’s a major drug dealer, and I doubt if Foxley owed him enough money to warrant him being considered a suspect in his murder.’

Tyler leaned back in his chair and stretched his legs out. ‘Not much of a motive, though. I mean, Justine Harris admitted bringing in drugs to give to her husband. Christ, she even admitted to hitting him over the head with a cricket bat! And this had to have been around 5:30 p.m., so your window for Farook to commit this murder is even narrower. But we’ve got fuck all else, so let’s bring him in tomorrow. And bring in Julia Summers as well.’ Tyler stood up. ‘Right, that’s it for tonight. Thank you both, and see you in the morning.’ He walked out, yawning.

Spencer scribbled in his notebook then turned to Jane. ‘I didn’t actually have Farook down as the fucking killer. I just thought he might have dealt Foxley some drugs. I’d forgotten about Justine Harris saying she took them to him.’

Jane stood up, suddenly exhausted. ‘Listen, I don’t know about you but I’m going to take off. In the meantime, you’d better do some homework on Farook.’

Spencer nodded. Jane had already left when he started flicking through his notes. He had a habit of not writing things down when he was interviewing as he found it distracted the person he was talking to. But he always wrote things down afterwards and he had trained himself to have excellent recall. As he flicked through his notes of the entire interaction with Langton, he suddenly stopped. Scrawled halfway up a page was Langton’s reference to Farook being a very kind man with a religious wife and a beautiful daughter. Spencer snapped the notebook shut and hurried out of the boardroom to see if he could catch Jane, but she was gone.

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