Tanya nodded.

‘How did you meet her?’ Jane asked.

Tanya stood up again to toss the cigarette butt into the filthy sink.

‘I met her about six months ago. It was by the Royal Albert Hall. She was sitting on a bench reading and I was just walking past her with an ice cream. This guy on roller skates careered into me and I fell over and cut my knee. He didn’t even stop and I started crying. She was so sweet and came over to see if she could do anything. Because I lived close by, she helped me walk home. My knee was bleeding and she had a scarf that she wrapped around it.’ Tanya shrugged her shoulders. ‘When we got home it was obvious that it wasn’t that bad, but I made her a cup of tea and washed her scarf. We just got talking. She told me that she had very strict parents and was studying for her O-levels from home. Her aunt was helping tutor her, but it meant she had hardly any friends and no social life.’ Tanya frowned. ‘I felt really sorry for her. I don’t even think she knew she was beautiful. When I told her I was an actress and a model, she said she could only ever dream about doing something she really wanted. She said she would have liked to study drama and the only free time she had she spent watching movies. But if her parents knew, they would disapprove.’

Tanya then told Jane that Yasmin said she was trying to find some kind of work that would allow her to save money.

‘She told me she wanted more than anything to run away from her family and have her own life. That’s when I told her that I could maybe get her a job with the modeling agency. To be honest I didn’t think she’d do it, and she didn’t say anything straightaway, but a week or so later she appeared on the doorstep. Like I said before, I felt sorry for her because she was so sweet. I know her parents were very strict.’

‘Where did her parents think she went when she was with you?’

Tanya shrugged. ‘Funnily enough, I asked her that, but she kept on telling me that she couldn’t do this or couldn’t do that. It sounded to me like they kept her a prisoner. But she said that she had told them she was going to her local mosque for religious instruction and that she persuaded her cousin to back up her story. Anyway, a friend of mine took a couple of photographs and then a few days later – wearing some of my clothes – I took her into the agency.’

‘What happened next?’ Jane asked.