‘No.’
‘Could she have had a second phone and you were unaware?’
‘Well, no. The family manages her trust fund. She mainly used credit cards. We would have known if she’d bought a phone, but why would she?’
‘It would be very helpful if we could have her old phone number.’
Simon looked at Erika. ‘Yes, okay, I’ll speak to my secretary. She can pull the details.’
Erika went to ask another question, but Diana began to speak.
‘I don’t know why Andrea would go all the way over across the river! And then she’s taken by someone and killed. My baby . . . My baby. She’s dead!’ Diana became hysterical, gulping and retching. Simon and David began to comfort her, but Linda did another nervous flick of her fringe and picked at a piece of lint on her cat jumper.
‘Officers, please, that’s enough questions,’ said Simon.
Erika found it hard to hide her exasperation. ‘Would it be possible to look at Andrea’s bedroom?’
‘What? Now? Your people have already been and had a look.’
‘Please. It would help us,’ said Erika.
‘I can take them, Daddy,’ said Linda. ‘Come with me, officers.’
They followed Linda out, past Diana, who was still hysterical. David gave Linda a nod and a weak smile and then turned back to comfort his mother. On the way out of the door, they passed the piano littered with family photographs of the Douglas-Browns and their three children – all smiling, all happy.
17
Andrea’s bedroom was large and, like the rest of the house, beautifully furnished. Three sash windows along one wall looked out over the green where the press were milling about. Linda marched in ahead of them and moved close to the blinds. The photographers below leapt into action, clicking away. Linda yanked the blinds down with a clatter.
‘Those beasts. We can’t do anything. We’re trapped in here. David’s been moaning that he can’t even have a cigarette on the terrace. Daddy says it would look bad.’
The blinds were thick and cast the bedroom in gloom. Linda flicked on the light. The middle window was the largest. Underneath, there was a huge desk of polished wood. The desk was neatly organised with an astonishing amount of make-up: a big pot of brushes and eyeliner, nail polish lined up in many colours, powder compacts stacked, boxes of lipstick standing to attention in rows. Over the corner of the mirror hung scores of lanyards and tickets from concerts: Madonna, Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, Rihanna, Robbie Williams.
A wardrobe lined the length of the wall on the right. Erika slid the mirrored door across, and the scent of Chanel Chance perfume floated out. Inside was an expensive wardrobe of designer clothes, mostly short skirts and dresses. The bottom was covered in shoeboxes.
‘So Andrea got an allowance?’ asked Erika, thumbing her way through the clothes.
‘When she turned twenty-one she gained access to her trust fund, like I did. Although David still has to wait, which has caused . . . issues,’ said Linda.
‘What do you mean, issues?’
‘Males born into the family have to wait until their twenty-fifth birthday.’
‘Why is that?’
‘David is like any twenty-one year old boy. He wants to spend his money on girls and cars and booze. Although, he’s much more considerate than Andrea, even though he has less money. He still gets me nicer birthday presents.’ Linda flicked her fringe again, crossing her arms over her large be-kittened bosom.
‘What do you spend your money on?’ asked Moss.
‘That is a rude question that I don’t have to answer,’ said Linda, tartly.
To one side of the wardrobe was a neatly made four-poster bed with a blue and white blanket, and some soft toys lined up on the pillow. Above the bed was a poster of One Direction.
‘She didn’t really like them anymore,’ said Linda, following their gaze. ‘She said they were just boys and she liked men.’
‘She was engaged, though?’ prompted Erika. Linda gave a bitter laugh. ‘What’s so funny, Linda?’
‘Have you seen Giles? When they feed up the ducks for foie gras, he’s always at the front of the queue…’
‘Why do you think Andrea was with Giles?’
‘Come on officers, isn’t it obvious? Money. He’s due to inherit a fabulous estate in Wiltshire and a house in Barbados. His parents are worth squillions, and they’re on their last legs. They had him very late. His mother thought he was the menopause.’
‘Was Andrea unfaithful to Giles?’ asked Moss.