Dana swallowed, her throat bone dry. “I don’t understand. There’s no body or sheet or anything?”

“No.” Betty shook her head. “This is how we do identifications. You’ll see a picture of Candy’s face with blue blankets around her. I have to warn you that there is damage to the right side of her face and skull, so please prepare yourself if you can before you look.”

Dana glanced at Wolfe, who wore no expression. He took her hand beneath the table, offering strength and reassurance. Even though they hadn’t been on the same page lately, she leaned closer to him. Thank goodness he’d insisted on driving and sitting next to her during this.

Betty drew out a small clipboard with a picture attached to the top, facedown. She set it in front of Dana. “There is no hurry. I’m happy to stay here all night. Make sure you’re ready. I often recommend people take several deep breaths first.”

The AC switched on, blowing quietly from a vent in the ceiling.

Dana stared at the back of the picture. Maybe it wasn’t Candy. “How was she found? We haven’t heard any details.”

“I don’t know,” Betty said softly. “I’m sure the police will want to speak with you, and they can give you all that information once we know for sure it’s Ms. Folks.”

Wolfe released Dana’s hand and put his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his warmth. “I can look for you, sweetheart. I know what Candy looks like.”

She was tempted. So tempted. Instead, she reached out and turned the picture over, staring at her friend’s face surrounded by a blue blanket. A jolt of shock was followed by a numbing buzz and a chill through her body.

Bruises covered the right side of Candy’s face, and it looked like her hair had been arranged in a way to hide more damage to her head. Her skin was stark white, and her lips were tinged blue. Dark eyelashes spread out beneath her closed eyes, hiding the green that Dana remembered. “That’s Candy Folks,” she said hollowly, the words sounding as if they were far away from her mouth and this room and reality.

Wolfe pulled her closer to his body and reached out to turn the photograph back over. “Remember her from the good times,” he rumbled.

Dana nodded, tears pricking her eyes. “Is that all?”

“Yes,” Betty said, tucking the picture back into the folder. “I have a list of resources available to you, both short and long term.”

Dana shook her head and stood, letting Wolfe take some of her weight. “Thanks, but I already have a shrink. I’ll talk to her.”

Betty stood. “All right. If you need anything, don’t hesitate to call our office.”