'Daniel Raife, in his newspaper column.'

'Who?' asked Lee sharply.

'Daniel Raife. Mum, whatever's the matter?'

'That was the name of the man I collided with.'

'It must be a coincidence. It couldn't be the same man because you said your Daniel Raife had a real down on women and this one's the opposite. He writes for one of the tabloids and has a page in a woman's magazine, plus a TV chat show, where he gets people talking about controversial things. And he's always arguing in favour of a better deal for women.'

'Of course!' Lee said. 'I knew I'd heard his name before. I don't think I've seen his show, though.'

'It's on during the day, when you're out.'

'So Daniel Raife is on our side, huh?' Lee asked skeptically.

'Honestly. He writes books with titles like Women Are The Best, and he talks about how brilliant his daughter is, and how he's looking forward to her being made a judge.'

'Is she anywhere near being a judge?'

Sonya chuckled. 'I shouldn't think so. She's only fifteen. She goes to my school. She's mad about clothes. She thinks it's wonderful that my mother's a fashion photographer.'

Mark had returned to hear the end of the conversation. 'She sounds like a real twit,' he observed.

'Phoebe isn't a twit.'

'What was that name?' asked Lee quickly.

'Phoebe,' said Sonya. 'She's his daughter. Why?'

Lee was staring at her. 'The man I collided with had someone with him called Phoebe. What does she look like?'

'About five foot nine, very beautiful.'

Mark vanished into the next room and emerged a moment later with a book. He showed Lee the photograph on the back cover. 'Is that who you saw?'

The picture showed a young man with handsome, regular features and dark eyes. Her professional attention was alerted to the tell-tale signs of touching up that made the face bland and uninteresting. Even so, there was no doubt that this was the man she'd crossed swords with.