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    The fact that their mail-order catalogue didn't include those particular products told Elizabeth all she needed to know.
    While she waited for Patterson and the uniformed officers to seal the building she went over what she'd learned during her short spell with the vice squad. Sadomasochism had been around a long time and there had been several cases where certain rituals had resulted in fatalities. From what she remembered of the law, perpetrators of sadomasochistic practises, which resulted in death, faced lengthy prison sentences.
    Elizabeth had read enough reports about cruel and sadistic actions causing terrible injuries. Whether the victim consented was irrelevant, police could and would prosecute. Half an hour ago, she had arrested both brothers who were now at Park Road facing interrogation. Asking for their accounts turned out to be pointless. However, forensic searches uncovered several boxes containing contact numbers and unsent orders. She'd given the task to one of her junior detectives to sift through and highlight any inconsistencies. The report on her desk had made interesting reading. The brothers had a more lucrative sideline supplying goods to BDSM parties. One particular party six months ago went tragically wrong. Several people ended up in hospital and one person had died. Elizabeth felt confident she could prove the brothers were culpable due to their disregard of the Public Safety Act. In the meantime, the warehouse would undergo further forensic searches before the rest of the stock was confiscated.
    For all she felt tired, she also felt elated. Some people thought they were above the law and could blindside the police. She leaned her head against the headrest, and closed her eyes. What she wanted most was to go home, stand in the shower for half an hour and get into bed with a glass of wine. Not just to rid her body of the dust and grime from the disgusting warehouse, more to wash away some of the images she'd seen in the last few days. Elizabeth knew she wasn't a prude, but there were limits to what she found acceptable human behaviour. A knock on the window gave her a start. Patterson had pressed his face against the glass. 'You can't go to sleep there.'
    Elizabeth forced herself to sit up. She opened the window. 'I'm going home Tony to get rid of this stink. Eldridge is working late tonight; collar him if you need a hand.'
    'I'd like nothing more than to work him to the bone. By the way, just had a text to say our Wayne was caught gaming on police premises.'
    'Quite honestly, the way I feel right now I couldn't care less so I'm passing the buck. Tell him he's an idiot if he thinks he can take Yeats on without serious consequences.'
    'I know this is a stupid question but have you heard from Mrs Daly?'
    Elizabeth sighed. Now wasn't the time to delve into the Daly mystery. She had her own thoughts on what could have happened but preferred to keep quiet. Speculation over Daly's whereabouts had died down at Park Road the moment Detective Superintendent Liam Yeats walked through the door. Whenever anyone asked about his predecessor, Yeats kept to the same script, repeating it was a private matter and no one's business. Elizabeth had tried to like the Irishman, unlike the rest of the team. The trouble was, she was aware from early on he didn't like her.
    Elizabeth sat upright ready to go. 'If I get an early night, I'll make sure I'm in by seven thirty to start the paperwork.'
    Patterson patted the roof of the car. 'I better get back and check on Eldridge.' He headed towards his car and Elizabeth fired up the engine.
    She was about to turn onto the main road when her phone rang. She pulled up by the barrier. 'Yes,' she said wearily.
    'It's Eldridge. Yeats wants you at Grasmere Academy now. There's been a murder.'
    Elizabeth's first reaction was shock. For a brief moment, she thought he'd said murders and had felt her heart lurch. Visions of carnage ran through her head, dozens of students shot by