“That’s fine.” He grabbed a pen. “Give me your address again so I don’t have to look it up.” He quickly wrote it down. “I’ll be there in about thirty minutes.”

He ended the call and stared at the sheets of paper fanned out in front of him.

Her cell text records for the past two months didn’t give him any obvious leads about who attacked her. The majority of the messages were between Laura and Rob, and between Laura and her friend, Shayla Daniels.

Messages that led him to believe Rob and Laura had a BDSM-type relationship.

While his first and gut instinct had been to suspect the crime was a random attack, this added a new twist to the case. Whoever attacked her had done so viciously…

Sadistically.

Maybe he needed to look into personal connections they had in the local BDSM scene. He knew there was a group out of Sarasota, and another there in Charlotte County, both very active. Their members apparently kept their events under-the-table, took great cares to cloak their activities from blipping law enforcement radar in either jurisdiction.

With fictional books about BDSM now topping worldwide bestseller charts, as with any phenomenon he expected more people to be attracted to it and network with people already involved in it.

It wouldn’t be beyond the realm of the improbable for a violent offender to join them and seek out victims.

Thomas arrived at Rob Carlton’s house a minute shy of his predicted time. Rob held back a huge, young-looking black Lab when he welcomed the detective into his home.

“He’s a handsome dog.” Thomas held out his hand for the dog to sniff.

Rob let out a snort. “Thanks. He’s a moose. He’s barely six months old.”

“Holy crap.” He stared at the dog. “He’s going to be huge.”

“Tell me about it.” He finally released the dog’s collar once he’d settled down. “You sounded pretty serious on the phone,” Rob said. “What’s going on?”

Thomas held out the sheaf of papers to Rob. He watched Rob’s face flash from enraged to a schooled neutrality as he realized what they were.

Rob looked up at him. “What do you want me to say? I didn’t hurt her. You know that.”

“Hold on. That’s not what I’m saying. Before I go blundering around and possibly costing you your job if this gets out, is there anything else you need to tell me about your relationship with Laura? Anything that might help me figure out who did this to her?”

Rob slumped down onto the arm of the sofa as he leafed through the papers again. “We’re a Dominant-submissive couple, okay? She wanted me to officially collar her as my slave when we get married. Got married.”

Rob stared off into space for a moment before shaking his head. “Fuck,” he softly said. “I don’t know if we’re even getting married now. I don’t even know how to talk about it. Do I still talk like it’s going to happen? How the fuck do I deal with this?”

“One day at a time.”

“I love her.” Rob held up the papers, anger contorting his features. “You can see that, can’t you? How much I love her? How much she loved me?”

He nodded. “It’s pretty obvious.”

“Is she even going to want me?”

Thomas sat in a chair opposite the couch. “If she doesn’t get her memory back?”

Rob nodded.

“Nothing?”

Rob shook his head and returned the papers to Thomas. “I was there most of today. Nothing yet.”

“I’m not a psychic or a psychiatrist. Although in my not-so-humble opinion, the two are sometimes so closely linked it’s hard to tell the difference.” He rubbed a hand over his face. Stubble rasped against his palm. “Okay, so back to this.” Thomas indicated the papers. “Have you told her about this?”

He let out a snort. “No. She doesn’t remember me. I…” His voice choked. “I called her ‘baby girl’ yesterday and she…” He shook his head. “It was her favorite pet name. I can’t even call her that now.”

“Anyone you know into this BDSM stuff that might want to hurt her?”

He let out another snort. “You mean besides me?” Rob’s voice held a bitter tone.

“I mean nonconsensually. Isn’t that what this is all about?”

Rob slid from the arm of the couch onto the seat. “We’re a close-knit group. We have a lot of really great friends who I don’t want to drag through the dirt. Some of them have a lot to lose if they’re outed. I can’t believe any of them would ever hurt her. I can give you her FetLife username and password, if you want it, to go through her account. I’m guessing your geeks didn’t go through her computer very carefully, huh?”

He ignored the jab. “You have it back already?”

“I’ll get her laptop.” He stood and disappeared to the back of the house, returning a moment later with the laptop and a charger. He set it up on the table and Thomas walked over to stand behind him while he powered it up and logged into it. He brought up the browser and opened her FetLife account before standing and pointing at the screen.

“There. Knock yourself out. And yes, I already went through it just in case there was anything that might help. Her email, too. Nothing. Although your guys did that, too, and said they didn’t find anything.”

“Yeah.” Thomas slid into the chair and, with Rob guiding him, went through her private messages back to a few months earlier. “Did she have any other email accounts that you know of?”

“No. Just personal and for the shop, and they both filter to her iPhone.”

“Any other sites she’s a member of?”

He let out a snort. “How many? She’s a writer. She’s a member of a ton of different sites, from fishing, to diving, to writing, and even some dog and Labrador retriever sites now because of him.” He pointed at the dog, who was calmly lying on the floor and staring at them. “And she follows I don’t know how many blogs.”

He’d have to hold off on that. This was an immediate lead he had to follow through with. His gut told him whoever did this, she’d had up close contact with, not randomly on the Internet. And everything else he’d found out from both their computer techs and Rob told him Laura was super cautious about never giving out personal information online to others. The only contact info people had were her email or the shop’s info.

Unfortunately, as Rob had said, her FetLife account contained nothing other than banal, everyday chatter. “What if she deleted a message?”

Rob showed him how to access the archive. Nothing. She had no pending friend requests, either.

“Would she have had any issues and not told you about them?”

“I seriously doubt it. I don’t control who she can and can’t friend. She doesn’t need my permission to friend anyone, but anytime she has a creeper hit on her on the site, she immediately blocks them and tells me about it so I can block them, too.”

“Any way to see who’s been blocked?”

Rob shook his head. “It’s not a feature they have yet. You can block people, but unless you hit their profile and see that you’ve blocked them, you have no master list to look at. Maybe if you email the site administrators.”

Thomas wasn’t sure he wanted to go down that path yet without evidence pointing that direction. It would likely mean getting a court order, meaning he’d have to put Rob’s private life under the microscope. He wasn’t willing to do that.

Yet.

“Who else would she talk to?” he asked.

“She’s close to Shayla, Leah, Loren, and Tilly. In fact, Shayla spent most of the day with her today, including when I had to come home to walk Doogie. They’re all in the Sarasota area. She’s also friends with Clarisse, but she lives up in Tarpon Springs. We’re a sort of close-knit group.”

“Last names?”

He shook his head and crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m not outing my friends.”

Thomas fought the urge to order him to hand over the names and decided to take the more tactful path. “Can you call them for me and arrange a meeting to talk with me? Here, if that would make them feel better.”

He nodded. “When?”

“The sooner, the better.”

“I have to work tomorrow.”

“Then tonight.”

“Clarisse and her husbands have a toddler and an infant. I doubt she or her men will be willing or able to drive down here tonight. That’s like two hours, one way.”

He mentally swore and decided to not question the plural Rob had used for the woman’s spouses. “Then call them for me now and see if they’ll talk to me without you around. I’m not the enemy here. I’m trying to run an investigation. I don’t want to go dragging a bunch of good people through a public mud bath, but I suspect this guy will attack again, if he hasn’t already attacked in the past.”

He didn’t have concrete evidence because they were still awaiting DNA results. But if his hunch was right, Laura’s attacker might be connected to other crimes in Florida and elsewhere.

Rob nodded and pulled out his cell phone.

Thomas listened as Rob made the first call, to someone named Tony, who apparently proposed a different solution after Rob explained things. Rob pulled the phone away from his ear and offered it to Thomas. “He wants to talk to you.”

Thomas took the phone. “Det. William Thomas.”

The man’s quiet confidence didn’t come off as abrasive to the experienced investigator. “My name’s Tony. For now, that’s all I’ll share without a court order. I told Rob I’ll arrange for us all to get together to talk with you tomorrow night in private up here in Sarasota. None of us want to stonewall you, but you have to understand, some of us have jobs and families to protect.”

“I get that. But I have an investigation to run, and if you all cooperate with me, it’ll be easier on all of us. The sooner I can rule you all out, the sooner I can look elsewhere.”

“And believe me, we all love Laura and want to do everything we can to catch the bastard that did this to her. You’ll get our cooperation. One of our friends is a former cop. I’m sure he’ll agree we need to do everything we can to help.”

Thomas felt a little of his tension ease. He’d been worried he’d meet some weird, kinky code of silence, and have to end up getting court orders for more phone records.

Not something he wanted to do. “Then we’re on the same page, Tony.” He gave Tony all his contact info and Tony promised to call him by nine the next morning to give him the details.

He returned the phone to Rob, who talked with the man for a few more minutes before ending the call. He turned to Thomas. “Okay?”

“Yeah.”

Rob chewed on his lip. “They really are good people. Good friends. More like family. We band together to help each other when something bad happens.”

“Where have they been the past several days?” Thomas regretted saying it the moment it left his mouth when Rob’s expression turned angry.

“Because I know Laura better than anyone and knew she wouldn’t have wanted people seeing her like this. And then she woke up not knowing anyone. All our friends know that Laura has amnesia. They’ve been giving me all the support they can, but we don’t want to flood the hospital with a ton of people Laura doesn’t know. We all agreed that because none of our vanilla friends or family know what’s going on, it was better for them to wait to hear from me before coming to visit her.”

That made a lot of sense. “I’m sorry. I understand.”

“No,” Rob exploded, “I don’t think you do! She’s my life, my heart. My future. She’s the other half of me. And she doesn’t even fucking know who I am, much less how much we loved each other before this happened!”

Thomas flexed his shoulders to ease the tension in his neck and buy him a few seconds to calm his own temper. Then he snatched the sheaf of papers from the table.

“I’m a widower, Rob,” he softly said. “She went in for routine gallbladder surgery, had a stroke on the table, and spent four weeks in a coma before she died.”

He headed for the door. “At least you can count your lucky stars you have a second chance. Some of us don’t get that. I didn’t even get a chance to tell her one more time how much I loved her.”

He didn’t need to turn and look to see the shock on Rob’s face. It was painted in his voice. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

He stopped at the door. “Well, now you do.” He yanked it open, mindful not to let the dog out. “If I don’t hear from your friend Tony by nine o’clock tomorrow morning, warn him to immediately expect a bundle of search warrants to pull the phone records of everyone who has a phone number on here.” He shook the papers at Rob before leaving and slamming the door behind him.