When he reached them and glanced at Bakti, he said quickly, ‘It’s okay. You go home, Bakti. If the police want to interview you, we will come and get you. This could get a bit messy.’

As the young kitchen hand hurried away, Andy turned to Grace and sighed.

‘You heard what happened? Nasty, but not totally unexpected, I have to say – de Franco was asking for trouble mixing with that mob.’

‘Was it something to do with drugs?’

‘Could well be. From what I’ve heard, de Franco would do anything to get the drugs he wanted, even if it meant mixing with the grim underbelly of Bali. Maybe it was a debt? Whatever it was, someone meted out rough justice. Poor bloke.’

‘Do you think he got so far into drugs because he wasn’t happy here?’ said Grace.

‘Who knows? Actually, I would have said things had been improving with him lately, but he ended up in a bad circle. I know more than I want to about some of the clubs he often went to. They can seem harmless enough if you wander into them. Hosted by ladyboys, and the drinks are cheap. But go further in and you discover they’re a front for a really sinister crime world,’ Andy said. ‘I warned him once, but it was like water off a duck’s back.’

‘It’s so sad. In spite of his temper, he was doing a brilliant job. He could have really made his name here.’ Grace sighed.

Johnny and Rosie Chow strode from the kitchen, followed by the police officers. Johnny paused and spoke to the police, who nodded and then quickly left. Rosie pulled out her iPhone and started furiously texting as Johnny approached Andy and Grace.

‘We have to keep this quiet. Get a lid on it. Rosie’s onto it now,’ Johnny said to Andy. Looking at Grace he said, ‘When we get the new chef, film him straight away, get him out there, make a fuss on social media. That way, people will be distracted from de Franco.’

‘Do you have someone in mind? Luckily we hadn’t shot much with the chef himself, more the food, the setting and the sous chef. It won’t be a huge problem to feature whoever replaces poor Emile,’ said Grace quickly.

Johnny spluttered. ‘There’s no “poor Emile”. Looks like he got some well-deserved rough justice.’

‘Has his family been notified?’ asked Andy.

Johnny nodded. ‘Farrouk spoke to them. They agree this is a private matter. Rosie will help make arrangements with the family so there is no publicity.’ He started to turn away. ‘See you later,’ he said to Andy. ‘You too, Grace. Around 10 pm at Forty Thieves? We will all deserve a nightcap by then.’ Johnny nodded at Steve who had just walked over, and then hurried off.