"We can't identify her yet," he said. "But if we can find the baby the murderer cut open and run a DNA test, the results might lead us to the father and then to her identity."
Tears welled up, blurring my vision as I crouched by the trash can. My invisible hand, desperate and trembling, reached for the fake fetus, but it passed right through.
I could never touch it.
Our child was exactly right there….
The child you once desired the most….
This doll, this cruel prank you believed it to be, held the very clue you sought, but you tossed it aside like garbage….
Next, my husband wrote down the words ‘dismemberment scene’ and circled them. There was not much blood in the sewer, indicating the murderer just left the body there as a dumping site.
Most murderers took their victims apart in a place they knew well, somewhere they felt safe. They might even go back there later. Finding where the body was cut up would be a huge break in the case.
He then circled the words ‘left ear’ and added a question mark.
"We checked the sewer high and low," an officer said, "but no sign of the victim’s left ear or the other pieces. Looks like the murderer didn't dump everything here."