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probably went to
college. If we can find out your areas of expertise, that can
assist us in checking college records and also possible jobs you
might have had. Math might be one possibility.”
    “I don’t know whether I’m an expert at
anything except getting hit on the head. Although, thankfully, my
headaches are getting less frequent.”
    “What about hypnosis for bringing back
memory?” Rigo had been partially hypnotized by a classmate in
college, and, based on the experience he wasn’t completely
convinced it was a good thing.
    “It’s a possibility. You have to be careful.
There are cases on record where the person being hypnotized
produced false memories.”
    Carol frowned. “Judging from the time I was
probably placed in the Dumpster, the doctors think I was
unconscious for about twenty-four hours. I don’t want to lose
control like that again, at least not right now. Maybe later…”
    “We’ll keep that in reserve. For purposes of
describing you, I need your height and weight.”
    “I looked at my hospital records. They said
I was five eight and a hundred and fifteen pounds. I may have
gained a couple of pounds since then.”
    “Good. You’re awfully thin. Your hair…”
Carol took off her beret “…is dark brown, with bald spots.”
    “Some of my hair was shaved off because of
my injuries. Those spots are temporary—I hope. But I have a
permanent scar on my abdomen that isn’t new.”
    Frances noted that. “And your eyes?” Frances
looked closely at her. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’d say
they’re almost violet.”
    Rigo took his turn. For a moment he had the
feeling her eyes were deep wells and he was in danger of falling
into them. He recovered himself with a jerk. “Definitely
violet.”
    “Skin color—interesting. That of a tan
Caucasian. Have you been out in the sun?”
    “Not in the last few days.”
    “I suspect your ancestry is mixed.” Frances
made more notes. “Here’s an idea. You’re young. Most young people
today have a presence on the Internet. Social sites like Facebook.
Videos on YouTube. Pretty girls are especially likely to have their
pictures out there. You have the face and figure of a model. Rigo,
here’s your assignment. Search the Internet for Carol’s picture.
You know the likely places better than I do.”
    Rigo faked a gasp. “Find her on the
Internet? Yeah, there are only a few gazillion Web sites where she
could be. It will take me at least a day to scan them. Or maybe a
century.”
    “My hair might have been longer in the past.
I keep thinking it’s too short.”
    “Hair length is obviously not a good way of
finding a match.” Colleen studied Carol’s hair. “Neither is color,
because many people dye their hair, although yours doesn’t look
dyed. Your high hairline is a good indicator because that doesn’t
change much. Neither does the shape of the eyebrow ridge. Skin
color is iffy; any Caucasian with a tan will match your color. Your
eyes are distinctive. If a photo shows a girl’s eyes clearly, that
will help. We can also use the shape of your face. You’re young,
and I doubt that you’ve ever been fat, so your face has probably
always had the same shape.”
    Rigo was still looking for sympathy. “Not
only do I have to know what Web sites to check, I also have to
become an expert on comparing facial characteristics.”
    Frances didn’t appear to have any pity for
him. “Do your best. We don’t have a lot to go on, so we’ve got to
look at every possibility.” She turned to Carol. “What I’ll do is
to put all the information we have about you on the Internet. What
we’re hoping is that somebody is looking for you and will find your
profile. That’s our best bet, but it may take some time. We can’t
canvass the world, so we hope that the world will come to us, or at
least the people who know you. You have to have patience. That’s
one thing I’ve learned in this business.”
    Carol nodded. “I know. It’s hard. I