human to me than she was during the trial. She is a beautiful young person, and the tragedy of her death chokes in my throat.I stand up, walk to the window and stare into the distance.Behind me, the photo makes it way around the room. I hear twoof the ladies gasp. I hear Vivian decline to look at all. When the photo has made its way around, I leave the comfort of the distant view, retrieve the photo, and return it to the evidence box. Thereis a duty to complete and an oath to fulfill.
“Did anyone see anything that looked strange?”
Chad makes a weak attempt at a joke, but it falls flat. Very flat.
“What about her hair?”
Liza lights up for the first time. She realizes what I’m askingabout.
“It’s all fanned out.”
The guys give her the so-what look. Sondra and Christina nod,and Vivian looks up suddenly to give her a smile.
“Epperson didn’t mention that, did he?”
He certainly did not. Liza explains what it might mean. When awoman wants her hair to lie nice and smooth and even, shestarts by tilting her head forward and brushing her hair over her head, from back to front. Then she throws her head back. That causes her hair to fan out and fall evenly onto her back. Liza isn’t sure Anastasia’s hair would be fanned out like that just becauseshe fell backwards. Jade makes the point I was wondering about. Her hair might havebeen arranged for her after she was shot, by whoever shot her.Chad chimes in with the thought that she might have beendragged. It would explain why her hair is fanned out like that and why her arms are above her head.He gets up, walks to the evidence box, pulls out the folder and takes another look at the photo. He says he doesn’t see anythingthat looks like drag marks. He hands the folder to me. I can’t seeany drag marks either. I pass the photo around again. This timeeveryone looks with more skeptical eyes.It’s Sondra’s turn to notice something.
“There’s no blood splatter on the ground.”
As far as we know, there’s no blood splatter anywhere. Shethinks there should be some somewhere, but no one talked about it. We went through an entire murder trial, a gunshot wound straight through the head, and we heard nothing about blood splatter. Not on the ground. Not on Justin’s clothes. Not on