‘I’d say the best bet would be to get in touch with his business partner, James Myers. They own the company together.’

‘OK, so quietly does it. I want you and Jane to go over to . . . where are the offices?’

‘Paramount House, Wardour Street. It’s full of film companies and agents.’

Tyler nodded. ‘OK, but no warning phone call. I want you both over there. Have a quiet chat with this so-called business partner Marsh—’

‘It’s Myers, guv.’

‘Myers, then. Take him to the mortuary. I’ll tell them to clean up Foxley’s face as best they can. As soon as he identifies him, I’ll see you back at the crime scene.’

There was a knock on his door as Jane entered with a ham sandwich and a cup of coffee. Tyler smiled.

‘Thanks, Jane. I hope you don’t mind me asking you to get this for me. You and Spencer have done a great job so far but we have to keep a lid on this horror show as best we can. I want you and Spencer to go and see this . . . ’ He rubbed his head. ‘What’s his business partner’s name again?’

Spencer sighed. ‘James Jarvis Myers, sir.’

‘OK, off you go.’ Tyler bit into his sandwich as Spencer closed the door behind them. He nudged Jane to look at DI Arnold’s empty chair.

‘This could be just the opportunity I’m looking for.’

*

Jane and Spencer drove to Wardour Street. It was a busy one-way street and difficult to find a parking space directly outside the building, so Spencer left the police car log book on the dashboard so that any traffic wardens would recognize it as a police car and not give them a ticket.

Jane had combed her hair and put some fresh lipstick on but she wished she was wearing something smarter. She lent Spencer her comb as his hair was still standing on end.

They went through the glass doors to the reception where there was a small desk pushed to one side. On a plaque on the wall there was a list of the various companies who occupied the building and it appeared that Foxley & Myers Theatrical Agents had the entire first floor. There was an ‘out of order’ notice taped to the lift so they walked up the wide staircase to the first floor. On the landing there were two doors with ‘Foxley & Myers Agents’ printed on one, and ‘Foxley & Myers Reception’ printed on the other. They headed towards the reception.

Spencer looked at Jane. ‘Doesn’t look very theatrical to me.’