Via the mirror, I tried to watch their reflections through the slightly open door. The detectives were speaking with someone they'd called Captain. I quickly snapped my head back around to face the table ahead of me as Captain glanced at me past the Detective's shoulder. A slight trickle of apprehension shivered my spine as the four of them came back into the room. Captain pulled out a chair and pushed it in front of me. He set his coffee mug down on the table and, with a long-drawn out sigh, eased himself onto the seat. He scratched his forehead. "All right. Let's start over from the beginning. Who is she again?" "Cal lie McGuire, disappeared without a trace on a trip to Italy some ten years ago." I heard a familiar jingle as the Detective lay a package on the table. My ears perks as he unfolded the top and my jesses slid out by Captain's coffee cup. "This and an overcoat is what she was wearing when she was picked up." Captain lifted a section of chain in one hand and the leather straps that was meant to wrap around my torso and cris-cross up between my breasts with his other.
