 At the city morgue, I looked down on the girl who was once called Lee Thorpe, and had now become a number. It wasn't a pretty sight, and I wasn't glad to be seeing it. Okay, Charlie, thanks. Come on, Rick. Where did you find her, Walt? One of the beatmen came across her in an alley over by 6th Street. Find the murder weapon? No, the knife wasn't around, only the holes it made. Here, we can sit down in here.