‘And you know that Annalise was sexually assaulted, don’t you? Now, all I want from you is the truth about a model called Yasmin.’

Julia was becoming tearful, shaking her head. ‘I don’t know her . . . I didn’t know her. I’d only been working at the agency for about six months. Yes, I did encourage a few of my friends, one being Annalise, but all the other girls on the books were desperate to go to these premieres. I mean, they got designer clothes, they got jewelry, they got cars back and forth.’

‘Were you also aware that they were being paid a considerable amount of money when, as in Annalise’s case, they complained to Charles Foxley?’

Julia wiped her eyes with the cuff of her dressing gown. ‘I don’t know about that . . . I have no idea about that.’

‘What do you know about Yasmin?’

Julia’s voice rose higher. ‘I don’t know anyone called Yasmin. I only worked there for six months and I keep telling you I worked for Mr. Foxley. He told me what to do and I arranged his meetings. It was Simon Quinn who knew all the models.’

Jane turned in surprise as Tanya, brushing her long blonde hair, walked in.

‘I knew Yasmin. She was one of the girls I worked with.’

Jane could feel her stomach tighten. ‘Do you know her surname?’

‘No, she just went by the name Yasmin. To be honest, I don’t think she’d been with KatWalk for as long as I had. I just remember there was a situation with her.’

‘What was the situation?’

‘I don’t know . . . something went on and then I never saw her again. It was at a premiere. It’s got to be quite a long time ago because it must have been before Julia started work. I don’t think anyone really knew what happened. All we were told was that she left the event at the hotel.’

‘And you didn’t know why she suddenly left?’

Tanya shrugged. ‘No, but I remember something had gone on because Mr. Foxley was called by the hotel manager, but that’s all I know. And I’d just like to tell you something: I overheard what you were saying to Julia, and I think you’ve got the wrong end of the stick. She really doesn’t know the half of what goes on. I also don’t think that poncy little twit Simon Quinn knows either. I was tipped off almost the first week I started work. I mean, I’ve only done a few photo shoots, but Mr. Foxley had a quiet word with each of us whenever we went to these functions.’ She suddenly seemed distressed. ‘Oh God, I feel awful. I don’t mean to say anything against him because I know something terrible happened to him.’