I always will remember the head.
About 25 years ago I walked into the barracks at Troop A on West Saile Drive, there to interview members of the Forensic Identification Unit.
These were the guys they sent out whenever there was a murder in the vast nine-county region that is Troop A.
A crack team of investigators.
I barely recall the interview or the subsequent story that I wrote.
The vivid memory I do have of that day is seeing the head.
It sat on a filing cabinet, a model of a young womanâs head with a mop of dirty blonde hair that fell in wisps over her face.