Sixteen
“IT’S NOT AS BIG AS I thought it would be,” Helen says to me when she sees the trunk.
Gladys erupts in giggles. We turn and give her a disapproving look.
“Ahem, sorry about that,” she says, looking sheepish. “Don’t know what came over me. Anyway, I need a photograph to get the ball rolling on the virtual reconstruction. More than one is ideal.”
“Well, let’s take a look,” Helen says, putting on gloves. “Edwards, I want you to film the removal of the contents of the trunk, then everything is going to be numbered and photographed.”
“Right, Chief,” says the young man with a video recorder. As one of the department’s crime scene technicians, it’s his responsibility to make sure everything is properly catalogued and photographed.
Helen looks at me, then back at the trunk. She lift
