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weak bladder, Emilia scurried back down the corridor, making her way to the small box room at the back that served as the club’s office.
    The room was nearly bare – a decrepit desk, a small filing cabinet and naked light bulb. Emilia got to work, but the drawers were empty, the files uninteresting, and there was little here to detain her. Emilia cursed – this visit wasn’t proving quite as fruitful as she’d hoped.
    As she turned to leave, her attention was caught by the photos that decorated the walls of the poky office. They were of past events – balls, fashion shows, photo shoots – that had been held in the club. They were full of exotically dressed revellers and deserved her careful attention.
    ‘Gary, can you come in here a second?’ Emilia shouted.
    Moments later, he entered the office, looking flustered and annoyed.
    ‘What you doing in here? I said front of house and the back corridor only.’
    ‘I got lost,’ Emilia said, smiling sweetly, ‘but now that I’m here, could you take a look at these?’
    She gestured towards the photos on the wall. But her partner in crime was already backing off.
    ‘We’re already over time as it is.’
    ‘You saw the victim, right?’
    ‘Not exactly.’
    ‘Either you did or you didn’t.’
    ‘His face was taped up, but I knew the fella from theway he was dressed. Can’t tell you his name – we always used to call him “Twinkletoes” because of the gold boots he wore –’
    ‘Look at these photos then and tell me if you see him.’
    ‘No way. We need to be going –’
    ‘You’ve had good money out of me, now you have to earn it. I know Sean Blakeman’s mobile number,’ she continued, lying, ‘it would only take a minute for me to put you back on benefits.’
    Grumbling, Gary pulled some reading glasses from his top pocket. Emilia suppressed a smile as he perched the owlish glasses on the fleshy folds of his red face. He really did make a comical sight.
    ‘There. That’s the fella.’
    His finger was now pointing towards a figure on a podium who was dressed in gold lamé shorts and posing for the photographer. Emilia shot a look at the photo frame – ‘Annual Ball 2013’ – and moved in for a closer look. The man in the photo was half naked, muscular and seemingly having a very enjoyable time.
    ‘But I’ve no idea who he is and you won’t get anything more out of me today,’ the burly bouncer added.
    ‘No need,’ Emilia said, straightening up. ‘I know exactly who he is.’
    Her guide was stupefied for a moment, before replying:
    ‘Who? Who is he?’
    Emilia was already walking to the door, but turned now. Smiling coyly, she answered:
    ‘Read the paper tomorrow and you’ll find out.’

17
    ‘The victim’s name is Jake Elder.’
    Helen’s voice held firm. It was the first time the full team had gathered together and she was determined not to reveal her distress to them, despite the emotions that churned inside her. She
had
to be strong.
    ‘Forty-one years of age, he’s been living in Southampton for the last fifteen years. His DNA matched samples taken following an arrest for possession of a Class B drug three years ago. He’s got a couple of other charges on his file – nothing major, but we should chase them down anyway. See if he owed anyone any money, whether he was consorting with known dealers. DC Lucas, can you coordinate that?’
    ‘Of course.’
    ‘His family have been informed and are on their way over from Taunton now. I’ll field them, but in the meantime I want us to climb inside our victim’s life. Did he have a boyfriend or girlfriend? Was he invited to last night’s ball by anyone? The victim had fresh saliva on his cheek – was it left there by a companion or by someone more casual? Also, it appears from his online activity that Elder was a professional dominator. Who did he meet? Who were his regular clients? Let’s interrogate his phone records, email, bank accounts, credit card statements …’
    The