‘Are you telling me Farook is a suspect? Because you keep asking me how well I know him. And what I know about his daughter. And you keep asking about his movements on that Monday. Is this why you are so interested about the times I was with Farook on the day of the murder?’

Jane leaned forward. ‘We obviously questioned everyone who was associated with Miss Pilkington, which included all her employees. Mr. Farook gave you as an alibi for the time we believe the murder occurred. We also had witnesses saying that he was at Miss Pilkington’s directly after he had taken you back to your care home.’

Jane was worried they were revealing more than they should about the investigation, but they had no choice now but to continue down the path they’d started on.

‘Mr. Langton, we know that Charles Foxley ran a modeling agency and on his books were a number of young, impressionable teenage girls. Not only desperate to work as models, but willing to attend film premieres and other events where directors, producers and, in some cases, stars would be present. We know that in some instances these girls were underage. A few girls were aware that they would be asked for sexual favors and in some cases they were eager to please for the chance of stardom. Those girls who were willing to provide extra services were compensated by Mr. Foxley. I’ve talked to one of these young girls and I believe she was just one of many. Michael, have you ever heard any mention that Foxley was procuring young girls for older men?’

Jane sat back. Michael was listening intently but showed no reaction. Spencer opened his file and sorted through the various photos and documents before bringing out the picture of Yasmin. He pushed it across the table.

‘Have you seen this girl before?’

Michael looked at the photograph, but made no answer. Eventually, after a lengthy pause, he bowed his head.

‘I think that’s Farook’s daughter. I didn’t lie to you before, because I have never met her, but he used to talk about her a lot. He said she was the jewel in his crown as she was stunningly beautiful. He told me that she had hair that shone like jet and felt like silk when he brushed it for her. You remember I told you about the amber beads hanging on the mirror and he told me they had been given to him by his daughter? I think I said to you that some months later they were no longer hanging and I told you that Miss Pilkington had asked him to remove them. That was a lie.’ He chewed his lip.

‘Please go on, Michael,’ Jane said.

‘He told me that his daughter had disrespected the family and had to leave. Farook never spoke of her again.’

‘All right, Michael, I understand that you were trying to protect Farook—’