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team were busy scribbling down Helen’s instructions, so she paused now to gather herself. It was strange and unsettling to be talking about Jake as if he were a total stranger, to be deliberately withholding vital information from the team. Helen took a deep breath, before continuing:
    ‘Jake Elder lived his life online and via his phone – he is not your usual office worker. So check his web history, the chat rooms he used, his text messages, Snapchats, his Twitter followers …’
    ‘Do we think he was specifically targeted?’ DS Sanderson piped up.
    ‘Impossible to say, which is why we have to dig,’ Helen resumed evenly. ‘His killer may have a personal motive or Elder might just have been in the wrong place at the wrong time. There are numerous DNA traces at the scene of the crime – cigarette butts, items of clothing, discarded fetish gear. We’ll need to run them all down, but I’d like us also to pay particular attention to the equipment our killer employed. You can’t buy wet sheets and panic shears in your local Tesco’s – they are specialist equipment with only one purpose. So let’s contact local bondage retailers – I’d like a list of all outlets situated within a twenty-mile radius of Southampton. Many of these operations are online only, meaning you
have
to pay with a credit card. So let’s interrogate their transactions, find out who’s been buying this stuff. Edwards, are you good for this?’
    ‘It’s my natural home,’ the handsome young officer replied, earning a few wry smiles from the rest of the team.
    ‘Let’s also make ourselves visible in the immediate environs of the club,’ Helen carried on, ignoring Edwards’s joke. ‘People heading to the Torture Rooms presumably cab it, rather than taking the bus. Find out if the local cabbies saw anything. Our victim was probably killed sometime between midnight and one a.m. – we should follow up on anyone seen leaving the club around this time, particularly if they appeared distressed or agitated.’
    ‘Perhaps they stayed to party?’ Lucas interjected.
    ‘Possibly, but we’ve got a lot of lines to run and my instinct is that they would probably try to leave the scene before the body was discovered. But you’re right, we should rule nothing out.’
    Helen paused, picking up a file from the desk. She was finally getting into her stride, but the most difficult part was yet to come.
    ‘Alongside this, I want us to look at mummification.’
    A ripple of nervous laughter spread through the team.
    ‘Also known as total-enclosure fetishism. It’s at the extreme end of the S&M spectrum and involves somebody getting a sexual kick from being completely reliant on another for their liberty, their movement, even their life.’
    Visions of Jake – bound and taped – punched through Helen’s mind. Flicking through her file to buy herself a moment, Helen swallowed and pressed on:
    ‘There are many different ways to do it – straitjackets, wet sheets, bandages, rubber strips – but one thing that’scrucial to every method is
trust
. You have to trust the person doing it to you or you wouldn’t even start –’
    ‘So he
knew
his attacker?’ Charlie suggested.
    ‘It’s very possible. There are S&M groups who meet regularly to discuss, socialize and occasionally play. Their meets are called “Munches”. I want us to investigate them, see what we can dig up about the scene. Have there been similar incidents that we haven’t heard about? Is there anyone out there who is known for taking things too far? I don’t think a head-on attack is going to work, so I’ll be looking for a volunteer for undercover work.’
    More nervous laughter, but as Lucas jokily tried to raise Edwards’s arm against his will, Sanderson stepped forward:
    ‘I’d like to take this, unless anyone objects?’ she said firmly, scanning the team for dissenters.
    ‘Thank you,’ Helen replied quickly. ‘Run down a list of forthcoming meets and then