"Why are we here?" I asked from where I stood, arms crossed, several feet away from the examination table that Dr. Warner, Miss Daniels, and Mr. Emerson were all busily working around.

"There's no investigation until we know who we're investigating," Parker told me and I nodded though I could sense his agitation and thought that might have had more to do with the decision to wait in the lab than the actual lack of identity for the victim.

Mr. Emerson walked off of the examination platform with a tray full of jewelry and Parker watched him as he took it away for further investigation. I caught Miss Daniels looking at him then, watching him with a smile and a small flush on her cheeks like a woman well aware that a man she was interested in was watching her work.

"I think she likes you," I told Parker with a smile, nodding in the direction of Miss Daniels who had returned to the work she'd been doing.

"Who?" he asked.

"Miss Daniels," I whispered.

"Erica?"

"She's coming."

He turned just in time to see Miss Daniels approach.

"Good morning Special Agent Parker, Dr. McKinnon," she greeted cheerily. I smiled and nodded back a greeting even though she'd hardly spared me a glance. "Looks like Dr. Warner was right at the scene. The vic is a twenty four year old Caucasian female. Red hair. Approximately five foot five, one hundred and thirty pounds. I have what's left of the skull so I'll be working on a facial reconstruction. That should help us get an ID."

"Thanks Erica," Parker replied, barely looking up from the notepad he had pulled from his pocket as he jotted notes about all she had told him. He did not seem the way to notice how Miss Daniels lit up at the gratitude, her cheeks practically splitting from the smile.

"Of course," she said, blushing furiously. "Dr. Warner has more for you if you'd like to take a look."

With that, she walked away, tray full of skull fragments and cheeks tinged pink. I turned to Parker who was writing hastily, clearly unaware of what had just transpired here. I sighed before ascending the steps to the platform and approaching Dr. Warner who stood on the other side of the body laying on the examination table. After a moment, Parker finished his notes and followed.

"What have you found, Dr. Warner?" I asked professionally. She smiled.

"Good morning, Dr. McKinnon. I heard Miss Daniels give you the run down of the victims demographics so I won't go through that again. Cause of death, as I'm sure you have ascertained, was from the fall. And it was a long one too, nearly every bone has been broken. If there were any violence sustained before death, it won't be easy to tell. I'm having Mr. Emerson take a closer look at the jewelry because it seemed odd to me."

"How so?"

"Well, there was a lot of it. She was clearly a woman interested in appearances. But out of all the jewelry she wore, only one of them was real. The rest were fake."

"The bracelet."

"Very good, Dr. McKinnon."

"I dated a gemologist for some time," I told her in explanation. Her lips parted a bit in surprise at where I'd gained my knowledge but she just nodded and moved on.

"Mr. Emerson is cleaning the jewels, starting with the bracelet. He's verifying what we already suspect. That every diamond in that band is real and, if it is, it's worth quite a bit."

"Rich boyfriend?" Parker asked.

"Maybe. Diamond tennis bracelet seems like a gift to me," Dr. Warner admitted. "But that's the thing. I can't even classify this as a homicide or a suicide. There just isn't any evidence to support either."

"It's real," someone said suddenly and we turned to see Mr. Emerson returned, holding the newly cleaned bracelet over his head as he rushed to join us on the platform. "Unfortunately, there's no inscription but the design pattern seems to come from a particular jeweler on the east side of the city. Reault's."

"Reault's," Parker repeated, jotting that down with a nod. "Good work, Emerson."

Emerson smiled as another familiar face joined us on the platform.

"Well, that didn't take nearly as long as I thought," Miss Daniels was saying, tapping away on a tablet as she walked toward the giant  monitors facing us. "Of course, she isn't in missing persons though so I'm not sure how we're going to find her with just a face. But here it is."

With a final tap, a digital rendering of the face of the victim appeared on the monitors. Hazel eyes, red hair, defined cheekbones. She was very pretty but her face did not give us a name.

"Oh," Mr. Emerson said quietly and we all turned to him.

"What is it, Mr. Emerson? Do you recognize her?" Dr. Warner asked and I watched as Mr. Emerson blushed almost as furiously as Miss Daniels had at Parker's thanks.

"Um, well, I don't really- um, yeah. Yes. I think I recognize her," he finally admitted after some stumbling.

"Well?" I asked impatiently. "Who is she?"

"She's, um," he started, clearing his throat, "Cecily Adams."

When he realized the name had not sparked a hint of recognition in any of us, he sighed and closed his eyes.

"The porn star," he finished with a whisper. Dr. Warner raised a brow.

"A porn star," Dr. Warner repeated while Miss Daniels tapped away on her tablet.

"Oh," Miss Daniels said after a moment. "Yeah. Looks that way. This is her alright."

She started to show Dr. Warner the tablet but the medical examiner held her hand up and Miss Daniels tapped out of the video she'd found.

"She's probably in town for the convention," Mr. Emerson said, earning himself more raised eyebrows.

"The convention?" Parker asked.

"The adult film convention at the Cambria... what? It was on the news!"

"Sure it was," Dr. Warner replied sarcastically.

"Well then we need to go to that convention," I said simply and Parker's gaze snapped to me in shock.

"What?" He asked.

"This is our investigation, Parker. This is our victim and that's her job. We should go and ask around, see if anyone knows she's missing or if someone might have been after her."

"You want to go to an adult film convention."

"No. I want to investigate an adult film convention. Maybe someone knows where she went after she left or who she was with. Maybe someone there could tell us something."

Parker opened his mouth, presumably to argue, but then realized that everyone was watching him expectantly. With the realization that I was right, he sighed and said, in that grumpy way of his, "Fine. Let's go."