He moved to sit behind his desk as Jane and Spencer sat side by side on the sofa. He opened a file in front of him.

‘I had a lengthy conversation with DCI Tyler and I’ve compiled a list of . . . ’ He waved his hand rather theatrically. ‘I don’t really want to call them suspects, but these are people who I believe had a grievance against Foxley. I’ve put them into categories. Category one are employees who were fired by him. The second category are artists that have had battles with Charles, over contracts, misrepresentation and, in two cases, there was a possible sexual relationship.’

At this point Spencer raised his hand. ‘Excuse me for interrupting you, Mr. Myers, but I’m finding all this a bit difficult to understand. I thought Mr. Foxley was a very successful agent?’

Myers frowned. ‘He was, but you have to understand that Mr. Foxley was an agent for over twenty-five years. You cannot exist in this business without making enemies.’ He waved a hand. ‘Now, do you want me to continue or should I have not bothered spending time on these lists?’

Jane tapped Spencer’s knee for him to shut up. ‘Mr. Myers, we are very grateful for all the help you can give us.’

He sniffed. ‘Very well, I shall continue. Now, as you will see from this list, there are a few well-known names. As such, I have not given you their private numbers. If you wish to interview them, I suggest we do it via my office. The third category is made up of people who I know had a personal grudge against Charles. There is an architect who had begun designing sets for the National Theatre, the Royal Opera House and other prominent theatre companies. He sold the basement flat to Charles, and he was bankrupt. There are also two producers and two directors who believed that Foxley destroyed their careers. I’ve done my best to produce a comprehensive list. So can I please ask you to respect not only my position, but that of the artists?’

He closed the file and passed it to Spencer as the door was gently kicked open as Rita, the blonde receptionist, carried in the tray of coffees. She placed the tray on the desk, her eyes red-rimmed from crying, with her mascara smudged.

‘Thank you, Rita,’ Myers said. ‘Can you call home to see if my babies are all right?’ He glanced at Jane. ‘I didn’t think, under the circumstances, I should have them in the office with me as I am sure it is going to be a very busy day.’

He handed Jane and Spencer their coffees.

‘Mr. Myers, we really appreciate the time you’ve taken to put this list together,’ Jane said. ‘We will need to go through it and might have to ask you for additional information.’