The building had already lost most of what it was made for.

Empty rooms, broken surfaces, light finding its way through whatever the years had left open. Cathy changed with each part of it — clothes, posture, attitude — until the place seemed to be holding more than one version of her.

Some photographs feel composed. Others look more like evidence of something that happened while nobody was supposed to be there.

By the end, there was still only one woman in the factory.

The number of suspects was less certain.