I heard the exact opposite. Body in a deep ravine.
Some people mentioned it before, but it's worth repeating: What about the stench? When I was in grade school, my little league football team practiced on some town fields near a local swamp. One evening, during practice, we noticed a terrible stench in the air. A few days later, the town learned that an old drunk had wandered into the swamp and died. We kids put two and two together, and realized that it was his rotting corpse [may it rest in peace] we had smelled that evening at football practice. If Chandra died in the park, on April 30, or May 1, then her corpse [may it rest in peace] would have sat rotting through the heat and humidity of May, in Washington, DC. How could the police, and their dogs, not have smelled that stench
when they searched the Park on May 15, again on May 30 [with dogs], and yet again on July 26 [at the height of DC's summer heat and humidity]?