Emma took a deep breath and then nodded.
Carl picked up his cellphone, found the picture and handed it to her. At first, Emma drew back, but then she took a closer look. "Can you enlarge it a little?"
Carl did as she asked and waited.
"No, that is not Georgia. That's one of her chums."
"You're certain it's not Georgia?"
"I'm positive. This young lady was an American, and if no one claimed her body, then her parents must not know." Emma's eyes began to tear up.
"I have upset you, forgive me. Is there anything I can get for you?"
Emma wiped her tears away with both hands. "No, no, I'll be fine. It is just such a shock, is all."
He waited until she composed herself a little more. "Do you happen to have any pictures of Georgia?"
"I have all the class pictures in my memory book. Would you like to see them?"
"I would…very much."
"Could you get them for me? They are on the bottom shelf of my bookcase."
"I would be happy to." Carl left the kitchen, found the bookcase in the living room, and then looked for the book with the most recent date on the binder. He took it back and laid it on the table in front of her.
Emma Walker took her time looking through the snapshots she had taken that year, but didn't find one of Georgia until she turned to the group photo. "There, that's Georgia."
Carl picked up his phone again, turned the photo album toward him and took several pictures.
Emma pointed at another girl in the picture. "And this one is the girl who died."
Again, Carl took pictures, this time making sure to get the list of names in the caption. "This will be very helpful."
"Georgia is quite pretty, I say. Several of the girls were."
"Indeed she is," Carl agreed. He put his cellphone in his pocket and stood up. "I can't thank you enough. Are you certain there is nothing I can do for you?"
"I could use another spot of tea."
"Of course." Carl poured Miss Walker another cup of tea, took her cane to the table, thanked her again, and then hurried to the waiting taxi. "Heathrow, please," he said as soon as he got in.
He checked the time in Colorado and decided to wait until after sunrise before he woke Jackie and sent the information. Yet, over the middle of the Atlantic Ocean, Carl couldn't wait any longer, and ended up calling Jackie in Denver's predawn hours.
"Hello."
"Did you see it?" Carl asked.