I raised a hand. "You were talking about why she was never recognized; suppose she was from out of state, some place back East? I get the impression the news story didn't get nationwide attention."

"Story probably didn't rate a mention beyond the county line," Dolan said.

"Let's move on to her clothes. Any ideas there?" Stacey asked.

I said, "I thought it was interesting her pants were homemade. If you add that to the issue of poor dental hygiene, it sounds like low income."

Stacey said, "Not necessarily. If her mom made her the clothes, it'd suggest a certain level of caring and concern."

"Well, yeah. There is that. Those flowered pants were distinct. Dark blue daisies with a red dot on a white background. Someone might remember the fabric."

Dolan said, "I'd like to go back and look at that statement the minimart clerk made about the hippie girl who came in. What's the woman's name, Roxanne Faught? We ought to track her down again and see if she has anything to add."

Stacey said, "I talked to her twice, but you're welcome to try. Is that store still open?"

"As far as I know. It was closed for a while, so it might have changed hands. You want me to take a drive up there?" Dolan asked.

"Let me do that. I can go this afternoon," I said.

"Good. Meanwhile, what else? What about sizes?"

We spent several minutes working through those details. This time Dolan flipped back through the pages, looking for the list of clothing booked into property. "Here we go. Shoe size-7lh. Panty size-medium. Bra size was 38A."

I said, "That means she's got a fairly large torso, but a small cup size. Barrel-chested. Girls like that tend to look top-heavy, even if they're thin."

Dolan turned a page. "Says here her ears were pierced. 'Through the left earlobe is a gold-colored wire of a "horseshoe" configuration. Through the right earlobe a gold-colored wire with a bent clip in its lower end.' People might remember that, too."

Stacey added that to the list and then said, "Is that it?"

I raised my hand. "She wore nail polish. Silver."

"Got it. Anything else?"

"Not that I remember."

Dolan got to his feet. "In that case, if you'll excuse me. I gotta have me a smoke."

At lunchtime, I volunteered to make a trip to the nearest market and pick up the makings for sandwiches, but they'd apparently gotten wind of my peanut-butter-and-pickle fetish and voted to go out for Chinese. We took Con's car and made the crosstown trip to the Great Wall, with its pagoda facade and a gilded statue of the Buddha sitting over the front door. In the parking lot, I waited while Stacey and Con tucked their guns in the trunk of Con's car. The three of us went in.