There was much speculation, of course, about where she had murdered her son and hidden his body, and much of it swirled around the very public hunting area on which I was now standing, staring down at the contents of a lady's purse. My mind raced. Could this somehow be connected? Did she drop her purse, stumbling in the dark, and didn't gather everything that had fallen out before resuming her gruesome task? Probably not. There were numerous searches in the area, and nothing had ever been found to suggest such a scenario. But I still think about it every time I hunt that piece of ground.