There are always some pieces that you can't fit into the story that runs in the paper the next day. It happens.

There are two things that I wanted to mention here that didn't make our story about the young woman who was found dead in a desolate lot in Kensington last night. The first is this: seems everyone -- the cops at the scene, the neighbors at the scene, the news media at the scene -- had one thought and one thought only, and that was the Kensington Strangler.

Maybe the woman, who was found naked from the waist down with a bag over her face, did die at the hands of the strangler, whoever he is. Maybe not. Either way, I hope we don't lose sight of the fact that it is awful that someone's daughter, someone's sister, died horribly and left like an old, discarded suitcase in a frigid, filthy lot.

I mention the part about her being someone's daughter because a woman who appeared to be in her 40s showed up at the crime scene, at Front and Tusculum streets, just as the media and the local residents started to clear out. This is the second thing that didn't make the paper.

The woman was distraught. I overheard her tell a cop that she was worried the girl in the lot was her daughter. She'd been missing since last month, the woman sobbed. She tried to describe her daughter. A detective approached, asked her some questions, and they all stood there motionless for a minute. They talked about getting a picture of her daughter. She didn't seem to have one with her. They talked some more,  and the woman ended up getting into the back of a police cruiser. The dome lights lit up and the car rolled slowly away into the darkness.