Jazz pulled out some sheets of paper. “Preliminary tox results show a fair bit of alcohol in her system—”

“Enough to make her drunk?”

“Oh, yes. Tipsy at any rate. I don’t know how well she could hold her booze, but Dr. Glendenning said her liver and kidneys show an unusual amount of damage for someone so young.”

“That’s because someone booted them into her lungs,” said Annie. “Maybe we should be thankful she was pissed. She might have felt less pain and fear.”

“She wouldn’t have felt much at all,” said Jazz. “We also found significant traces of ketamine in her system. The girl was off her face.”

“Enough to go along willingly with what they wanted?”

“Impossible to say for sure, but highly likely. Definitely high as a kite. Probably no sense of judgment. Even without the booze she’d have been gaga. A lot depends on when she took it, or was given it. It’s fast-acting, but it doesn’t last more than a couple of hours if you ingest it. The doc didn’t find any needle marks on her skin, so we’re figuring she took it orally. I assume you’re both aware of the effects?”

Annie glanced over at Gerry, who shook her head. “Remind us,” she said. “DC Masterson here failed drugs 101.”

“Hallucinations, sense of detachment from the body, depersonalization.” Jazz paused. “From what we can tell, it was a high dose, around a hundred milligrams.”

“What does that mean?” Gerry asked.

Jazz picked up another sheet of paper. “Have you heard of the K-hole?”

“Vaguely,” said Annie.

Gerry merely looked puzzled.

“It’s a state some users enter into when the dosage is somewhere between seventy-five and a hundred and twenty-five milligrams. People have described it as like entering an alternate universe or another dimension, a black hole in the soul. You leave everything you know behind, including yourself. Loss of identity, loss of bodily awareness, sensation of floating, euphoria, loss of time perception.”

“Sounds like fun,” said Annie.

“As I said, I don’t think she would have felt any pain. With any luck, she might have had no sensation at all, been somewhere else entirely, not really aware of what was happening to her.”

“Until later,” said Annie. “It may explain why they kicked her out of the van.”

“Yes,” Jazz agreed. “But it can also cause amnesia. You forget it all like you forget a dream. If you come back at all, that is. They say it’s a state very close to clinical schizophrenia.”

No matter how high or depersonalized the girl had been, Annie doubted that she had been completely unaware of what was being done to her in the van.

“Well, we’ll never know what she felt, will we?” said Gerry. “So there’s not much point in speculating. But now we know she was raped by three men, and she had been plied with alcohol and ketamine, we’ve got a bit more to go on, haven’t we? Her murder could be drug-related.”