"I'm still trying to pin that one down. The timing's close enough to work, or so it appears. I hope to talk to Justine again and maybe she can narrow the frame. By the way, she's married to Ruel's son, Cornell, if that's significant."

Stacey piped up. "The auto upholstery guy?"

Dolan said, "That's him. The Mustang was recovered from his shed."

Stacey was squinting. "And this runaway. You're sure the name's Charisse Quinn?"

"Fairly sure," I said. "Why?"

"Because she shows up in one of the old reports. You can check for yourself. Her mother called the Sheriffs Department here a week or so into the investigation. She'd heard her daughter'd been reported missing and wanted us to know she was alive and well."

"I remember now. You're right. I knew I'd read the name, but I couldn't think where."

Dolan said, "Well, she couldn't be Jane Doe unless she rose from the dead. You said she called in a week or so after the body was found."

"The caller said she was Quinn's mother. Might have been someone else," Stacey said.

"I don't guess those old phone records still exist," I said.

"Probably not," Dolan replied. "Too much time's elapsed. All we can hope is the deputy took down her number when the call came in."

Stacey said, "Let's see what this dentist says. If the records match, then we know the victim's Quinn and the call's a fake."

"Any word on the Mustang?" Dolan asked.

Stacey smiled, holding up three fingers. "Three blond hairs caught in the hinge of the trunk. Characteristics are similar to Jane Doe's hair. Not conclusive, of course, but it shores up the theory she was stowed in the Mustang for transport. Someone made an effort to wipe the car clean, but the techs picked up a few latent fingerprints, including a partial palm print on the jack.

The guy must have moved it when he was clearing space in the trunk." I said, "What about the stains, were those blood?"

"We sent the carpet to the DOJ lab in Colgate, but we won't get results on that for weeks. We're lucky we have the technology now we didn't have back then. The blood might be all hers, or we might have some of the killer's mixed in."

"Seems like the other question is whether the stains in the trunk match the ones on the tarp. A bloody stabbing like that, she might have put up a fight," I said.

Stacey's tone was dubious. "Maybe so, but don't forget, her hands were bound and the coroner's report doesn't make mention of defensive wounds."

Dolan said, "Even so, the guy might have been nicked."

"Let's hope. Problem is, we don't have a suspect for comparison."

"Correction. We don't have a suspect yet."

I raised my hand. "Could one of you ask Ruel about the tarp? I want to know if it was his."

Dolan snorted. "Why should we ask? Why not you?"