Still, every time I saw Ina Jane Doe’s skull sitting out on a table, it bothered me. It’s not that the experts weren’t doing what they could to help identify her—that’s exactly what was needed. It’s why I’d been flying up and down the East Coast and driving across the Midwest with Amy. But seeing her, with the autopsy cuts across the cranium, and the glue, and thinking about all the eyes that had already been on her… she needed to be at rest.
