‘It could be a souvenir,’ suggested Maier.

‘It doesn’t look like she collects souvenirs,’ I said. ‘In fact, she seems very deliberate about what she kept and what she didn’t.’

‘Are you suggesting she might have kept the tag so someone would eventually find it?’

‘I don’t know,’ I said.

Marino lit a cigarette.

‘That makes me wonder if she knew Gault,’ Maier said.

I replied, ‘If she did, and if she knew she was in danger, then why did she go with him into the park at night?’

‘See, that’s what don’t add up.’ Marino exhaled a large cloud of smoke, his mask pulled down.

‘It doesn’t if she was a complete stranger to him,’ I said.

‘So maybe she knew him,’ Maier said.

‘Maybe she did,’ I agreed.

I slid my hand into other pockets of the same black pants and found eighty-two cents, a saxophone reed that had been chewed and several neatly folded Kleenex tissues. An inside-out blue sweatshirt was size medium, and whatever had been written on the front of it was too faded to read.

She also had owned two pairs of gray sweatpants and three pairs of athletic socks with different-colored stripes. In a compartment of the knapsack was a framed photograph of a spotted hound sitting in the dappled shadows of trees. The dog seemed to be grinning at whoever was taking the picture while a figure in the far background looked on.

‘This needs to be processed for prints,’ I said. ‘In fact, if you hold it obliquely you can see latents on the glass.’

‘I bet that’s her dog,’ Maier said.

Commander Penn said, ‘Can we tell what part of the world it was taken in?’

I studied the photograph more closely. ‘It looks flat. It’s sunny. I don’t see any tropical foliage. It doesn’t look like a desert.’

‘In other words, it could be almost anywhere,’ Marino said.

‘Almost,’ I said. ‘I can’t tell anything about the figure in the background.’

Commander Penn examined the photograph. ‘A man, maybe?’

‘It could be a woman,’ I said.

‘Yeah, I think it is,’ said Maier. ‘A real thin one.’

‘So maybe it’s Jane,’ Marino said. ‘She liked baseball caps, and this person has on some kind of cap.’

I looked at Commander Penn. ‘I’d appreciate copies of any photographs, including this one.’

‘I’ll get them to you ASAP.’

We continued our excavation of this woman who seemed to be in the room with us. I felt her personality in her paltry possessions and believed she had left us clues. Apparently, she had worn men’s undershirts instead of bras, and we found three pairs of ladies’ panties and several bandannas.