"Judy," Samantha said. The face a little heavier and more lined and absent the freckles and braces, but Judy's face nonetheless. "Why would anyone do this?" she wondered.
As she reached down to cover Judy's face with the comforter, she noticed something poking out of Judy's mouth. Samantha reached in, removing a square of yellow paper wrapped in plastic. She unwrapped the paper to find a flier for a seminar called, "Adolescence and the 21st Century." Dr. William Herschowitz was giving the keynote address. Whoever had murdered Judy Colemen nee Meltzer had underlined the doctor's name. According to the flier, his address would be given at eight o'clock tonight at the Radisson in downtown Chicago.
He'll be dead by then, Samantha thought. She tucked the paper into her pocket and ran. The fireman called after her, but she didn't care. There wasn't time for discussion. As she ran, her left ankle started to ache as if in remembrance of that frantic dash through the alley. Tears blurred her vision. Some things were best left forgotten.