I pushed a few keys. “This map shows the dates that my suspect was at or near all of those locations.”
“Okay,” he said.
I pushed a few more keys. “Now the maps are side by side. Take a couple of minutes to compare them.”
There was a long silence. “Holy shit, George,” he said, “they’re almost identical.”
“Yes, they are, aren’t they?”
“Who’s the suspect?”
“Tell you in a minute, boss,” I said. “I’m sending you an e-mail right now. It has both of these maps as file attachments. Look them over and call me back, okay?”
“How the heck did you figure this out, George?”
“The guy’s a singer, boss, and I heard him perform in Jacksonville. In point of fact, I actually met and talked to him at a mixer after the performance.” Which was the literal truth, but not the total truth. “I asked him where he’d performed, and he said something like ‘Atlanta, Memphis, Charlotte, Richmond, St. Louis, and other places’.”
“So?”