Chapter 135

“Recognize anyone?” I said.

“Holy fucking shit, that looks like Monique.”

“He’s dyed his hair, and it’s a lot longer, but that is almost certainly Bob Jones.”

38

Jacksonville, FL

“WHAT ARE YOU going to do about this?” Mike said.

“I’m not going to do anything until Monday, and I’m hoping the resident computer guy can get a blown-up copy of that image on a CD or DVD for me.”

“Can do.”

“Is there anything else on that tape?”

“No. I think it was brand new. Why?”

“Because after you make a copy for me, I want to turn the original over to the FING. I’m not sure what they can do with it given that Bob is or was in a foreign country, but it’s way out of my jurisdiction.”

“I’ll handle it,” he said, “but it’ll cost you.”

“What?”

“Take three guesses, and the first two don’t count.”

“You can get that anyhow.”

“Then I want a few extra helpings.”

“You drive a hard bargain, but okay.”