She went across the landing towards a door leading to the other bedroom, leaving the evidence bags on the floor beside her handbag as she opened the door. Nothing could have prepared her for what was inside. The size of the room was on a par with the master bedroom, but it was very dark as the heavy red velvet curtains were drawn. The velvet color matched a thick fitted carpet and there was an overpowering musty odor.

Jane eased herself further into the room, trying to accustom her eyesight to the darkness while she searched for a light switch. When she turned it on, an elaborate chandelier lit up the room, revealing a large double bed that looked as if someone had just thrown the sheets aside. A crumpled duvet lay half on the bed and half on the floor. To the left of the door was a bank of recording equipment, stereo equipment, and the biggest television screen Jane had ever seen. The room had floor-to-ceiling bookcases, which held hundreds of audio tapes and video cassettes. On the bedside tables were open bottles of Perrier with some dirty glasses. A half-empty bottle of whisky stood on the floor next to the bed. Jane bagged the bottles for fingerprint examination to see if Foxley’s, or those of anyone as yet unknown to them, were present.

It felt very eerie, as if at any moment the occupant would walk in. Jane looked in one of the wardrobes, which contained men’s evening clothes, an array of expensive suits and shoe racks full of loafers and ankle boots. Another wardrobe was completely filled with pristine cotton shirts and on the shelving units were underwear, sweaters and socks. Dirty clothes had been thrown aside on the floor beside the bed, including jeans, T-shirts, scuffed trainers and dirty underwear. There was nothing bloodstained, but she bagged the pillow and bed sheets to be examined for pubic and head hairs that didn’t match Foxley’s. She then looked at the desk. There were many rolled-up bank notes and she knew from previous work that they more than likely had been used to snort cocaine. There were small packets left conspicuously on the desk, along with stacks of scripts and more dirty drinking glasses. She took the bank notes and glasses and bagged them for fingerprint analysis at the lab.