No body, no photos, just a single, ordinary-looking piece of clothing.
'Find its owner?'
'How are we supposed to do that under these circumstances?'
Zoe Sawyer's mind was full of questions, but with others in the conference room, she could only suppress her doubts for now and continue listening to the chief's briefing.
After all, a request like this was bound to raise questions from everyone else, too.
Sure enough, just as the chief finished speaking, a young man sitting on the other side raised his hand. "Is this all we have? Are there any other clues?
Gender, age, or at the very least, any stray hairs on the clothing?"
Even as he asked, he could see the jacket still had its tag on. It looked brand new, unworn.
The chief shook his head and pressed the button again. Another image appeared on the screen.
It was a rather blurry photo showing just a few scattered lines of a conversation, all sent by the other person.
