Cut to the crime lab, where a plethora of leather goods are laid out on a table. There's a zippered mask, bra, and thong; a merry widow lace-up thingie and boots, all accented in purple; and a bitchin' cat o' nine tails. Lab guy says he's sure this is the outfit Layla was wearing when she died. There were bodily fluids from Layla and a man, and semen has been sent out for DNA comparison. Stabler's all, "She had a partner during her final performance," and Benson's all curious: "So how's that work? She's got a whipping boy with her for some rough sex and he gets carried away?" Stabler thinks it could be that, or a homicide made to look like that. "So the whipper boiled over," concludes Benson. Lab Guy bursts their theoretical bubble when he tells them that nobody got whipped. There are no skin traces on the whip, it's in brand new condition, and the handle rattles when he shakes it. As the Oboe of Dramatic Revelation starts up, Stabler shows he knows about these things by saying, "That's odd. Let's open it up, see what's making that sound." Lab Guy unscrews the end of the handle and turns it over, dumping out a big pile of diamonds. Ooh, sparklies! Stabler and Benson try not to let their expressions change, but they've both got bugging eyes. Stabler steps up to the table and uses a pair of lab tweezers to pick up the cost of all four of his kids' college tuition and drool over it in the light.

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Back at the cop shop, Munch is passing along to Cassidy and Cragen that he hears the Briggs case is being blamed on autoerotic asphyxiation. Benson and Stabler return to inform him that it wasn't autoerotic because there was more than one person involved. They give the update from the lab, including the kicker about the whip filled with half a million dollars in diamonds. Cragen is a little worked up about this discovery, saying that it should be easy to figure out where that much ice came from. He orders Benson and Stabler to hit the diamond district and show Layla's photo around. He neglects to remind them to pick me up something in a two-carat brilliant cut while they're down there. Bastard. Stabler hands Cragen a file and tells his boss that they also have Layla's credit card records, which show that she frequented sex and fetish shops. Cragen gives the file to Cassidy and tells him and Munch to follow up on them, and see if they can get the names of any of Layla's sex partners. Somewhere in Manhattan, Sars does a cartwheel at the thought of Cassidy as the sex shop investigator.