Mish went on: "You'll see a sexual assault nurse examiner, who is always a woman. She's specially trained in dealing with evidence, which the doctor you saw yesterday was not - he would probably have screwed up anyway."
Mish clearly did not have much respect for doctors.
She opened her briefcase. Jeannie leaned forward, curious. Inside was a laptop computer. Mish lifted the lid and switched it on. "We have a program called E-FIT, for Electronic Facial Identification Technique. We like acronyms." She gave a wry smile. "Actually it was devised by a Scotland Yard detective. It enables us to put together a likeness of the perpetrator, without using an artist." She looked expectantly at Lisa.
Lisa looked at Jeannie. "What do you think?"
"Don't feel pressured," Jeannie said. "Think about yourself. You're entitled. Do what makes you feel comfortable."
Mish shot her a hostile glare, then said to Lisa: "There's no pressure on you. If you want me to leave, I'm out of here. But I'm asking you. I want to catch this rapist, and I need your help. Without you, I don't stand a chance."
Jeannie was lost in admiration. Mish had dominated and controlled the conversation ever since she walked into the room, yet she had done it without bullying or manipulation. She knew what she was talking about, and she knew what she wanted.
Lisa said: "I don't know."
Mish said: "Why don't you take a look at this computer program? If it upsets you, we'll stop. If not, I will at least have a picture of the man I'm after. Then, when we're done with that, you can think about whether you want to go to Mercy."
Lisa hesitated again, then said: "Okay."
Jeannie said: "Just remember, you can stop any time you feel upset."
Lisa nodded.
Mish said: "To begin, we'll get a rough approximation of his face. It won't look like him, but it will be a basis. Then we'll refine the details. I need you to concentrate hard on the perpetrator's face, then give me a general description. Take your time."
Lisa closed her eyes. "He's a white man about my age. Short hair, no particular color. Light eyes, blue, I guess. Straight nose ..."
Mish was operating a mouse. Jeannie got up and stood behind the detective so she could see the screen. It was a Windows program. In the top right-hand corner was a face divided into eight sections. As Lisa named features, Mish would click on a section of the face, pulling down a menu, then check items on the menu based on Lisa's comments: hair short, eyes light, nose straight.
Lisa went on: "Kind of a square chin, no beard or mustache ... How am I doing?"
Mish clicked again and an entire face came on the main screen. It showed a white man in his thirties with regular features, and it might have been any one of a thousand guys. Mish turned the computer around so that Lisa could see the screen. "Now, we're going to change the face bit by bit. First, I'll show you this face with a whole series of different foreheads and hairlines. Just say yes, no, or maybe. Ready?"
"Sure."
Mish clicked the mouse. The face on the screen changed, and suddenly the forehead had a receding hairline. "No," Lisa said.
She clicked again. This time the face had a straight fringe like an old-fashioned Beatle haircut. "No."
The next haircut was wavy, and Lisa said: "That's more like it. But I think he had a part."
The next was curly. "Better still," Lisa said. "This is better than the last one. But the hair is too dark."
Mish said: "After we've looked at them all, we'll come back to the ones you liked and pick the best. When we have the whole face we can carry on improving it using the retouch feature: making the hair darker or lighter, moving the part, making the whole face older or younger."
Jeannie was fascinated, but this was going to take an hour or more, and she had work to do. "I've got to go," she said. "Are you okay, Lisa?"
"I'm fine," Lisa said, and Jeannie could tell it was the truth. Maybe it would be better for Lisa to get involved in hunting the man down. She caught Mish's eye and saw a flash of triumph in her expression. Was I wrong, Jeannie wondered, to be hostile to Mish and defensive of Lisa? Mish was certainly sympa. She had all the right words. Just the same, her priority was not to help Lisa, but to catch