‘Yes, sir, I did.’

‘Did you also bring handcuffs?’

He grimaced and then shook his head, beads of sweat falling down his face. ‘No, I did not. If I recall correctly, he was wearing one attached to his wrist, but I did not bring them. I only brought the razor and a large serrated butcher’s knife.’

Spencer wondered if Justine Harris might have brought the handcuffs, but the important point was that by admitting he had brought the weapons with him, Farook had told them the murder was premeditated. What he still hadn’t given any indication of was why he had planned it.

Tyler looked at him for a moment before resuming his questioning. ‘Mr. Farook, you have admitted killing Mr. Foxley, but you haven’t told us why. You were supplying him with drugs. Did he owe you money? Is that why you did it?’

Farook shook his head. ‘No, he did not. And he was not a heavy user. He told me he was a very busy man and needed the amphetamines and the cocaine as he was sometimes putting in lengthy hours at his office.’ Again, there was that unpleasant gurgle of a laugh. ‘Perhaps he also needed help with his sessions at Miss Pilkington’s.’

‘Did you find it amusing that Mr. Foxley preferred a certain type of woman?’ Tyler asked.

Farook rubbed the end of his nose. ‘That was not my business. Some of them were nice and they were only doing it to earn a few quid.’

‘Were you aware of any other immoral activities that Mr. Foxley had been involved with? We have discovered that he was using young girls to entertain film producers and movie stars.’

Farook showed no reaction.

Tyler shook his head. ‘Personally, I find what he was doing despicable. Some of those girls were underage, you know. Innocent young girls.’

Farook still didn’t react, but Spencer could feel a shift in atmosphere as Tyler continued.

‘I mean, to be honest, if I had discovered that my daughter had been involved with Foxley’s so-called “escorts”, I would have taken serious action.’

Tyler now slowly removed the photograph they had taken from the KatWalk agency from a file in front of him. He laid the photograph flat and moved it closer to Farook.

‘What about this girl? Does she have any connection to the way you killed Mr. Foxley?’

Farook refused to even look at the photograph but it seemed to trigger a blinding rage. With surprising agility, Farook exploded out of his chair with a cry of rage and swung a fist at Tyler’s face. Tyler ducked the worst of the blow, simultaneously hitting the alarm button, and two uniformed officers rushed in. They each grabbed an arm and managed to pull Farook away from Tyler before he could land another blow, but he continued to struggle and it took some time before they could handcuff him and drag him down to the cells.