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nodded.
    “You’ve got forty-five minutes left.”
    “You know, that’s the first time I’ve heard you call him ‘Mac’ in a long time.”
    “Don’t worry about it. Make that forty-four minutes.”
    The autopsy report was pretty much anticlimactic after the photos. I noticed that the time of death was set on the first day of Lofton’s disappearance. She had been dead more than forty hours when her body was found.
    Most of the summary reports dealt with dead ends. Routine investigations of the victim’s family, boyfriend, friends on campus, coworkers and even parents of children she cared for, turned up nothing. Almost all were cleared through alibis or other investigative means.
    The conclusions in the reports were that Theresa Lofton had not known her killer, that her path had somehow intersected with his, that it had simply been bad luck. The unknown killer was always referred to as a male, though there was no positive proof of this. The victim had not been sexually assaulted. But most violent murderers and mutilators of women were men, and it was believed it would have taken a physically strong person to cut through the body’s bone and gristle. No cutting weapon was ever found.
    Though the body had nearly completely bled out, there were indications of postmortem lividity, which meant some time had passed between the victim’s death and the mutilation. Possibly, according to the report, as long as two or three hours.
    Another peculiarity was the timing of when the body was left in the park. It was discovered approximately forty hours after investigators believed Theresa Lofton had been killed. Yet the park was a popular running and walking spot. It was unlikely that the body could have been in place in the open park field for that long without being noticed, even though an early snow considerably cut down on the number of people who passed through. In fact, the report concluded that the body had been in place no more than three hours when it was spotted after dawn by an early morning jogger.
    So where was it all that time? The investigators couldn’t answer that question. But they had a clue.
    The fibers analysis report listed numerous foreign hairs and cotton fibers that had been found on the body and combed out of the hair. These would primarily be used to match a suspect to the victim, once a suspect became known. One particular section of the report had been circled. This section dealt with the recovery of a specific fiber-kapok-found on the body in large quantity. Thirty-three kapok seed hairs had been removed from the body. The number suggested direct contact with the source. The report said that while similar to cotton, kapok fibers were uncommon and primarily found in materials requiring buoyancy, such as boat cushions, life vests and some sleeping bags. I wondered why this section had been circled on the report and asked Wexler.
    “Sean thought the kapok fibers were the key to where the body had been during the missing hours. You know, if we found a spot where we found that fiber, which isn’t all that common, then we’d have the crime scene. But we never found it.”
    Because the reports were in chronological order I could see how theories were considered and discarded. And I could sense a growing desperation in the investigation. It was going nowhere. It was clear that my brother believed Theresa Lofton had crossed paths with a serial killer, the toughest criminal to track. There was a return report from the FBI’s National Center for the Analysis of Violent Crime containing a psychological profile of the killer. My brother had also kept a copy in the file of a seventeen-page check-list survey of aspects of the crime he had sent to the bureau’s Violent Criminal Apprehension Program. But the VICAP computer’s response to the survey was negative. The Lofton killing did not match any other killings across the country in enough details to warrant further attention from the FBI.
    The profile the