Chapter 31

“What is it?” Jarrett asked.

Even Yager seemed curious about Eli’s reaction.

“I’m not sure.” Because he wasn’t. Something about Fong struck a chord, but Eli couldn’t put his finger on why. He passed the picture back. “Can I look at the others you’ve got of him?”

Yager thumbed through his stack, picking out photo after photo and sliding them across the table. None of them afforded the same level of detail the first had. One had Fong standing in line at a McDonald’s, another had him slipping cash into the gloved hand of a valet. Most of them were taken downtown, but it wasn’t until Eli reached a shot of Fong in profile, head tilted up as he peered up at the sky with an unopened umbrella dangling from his hand, that he was able to pinpoint the niggle into something concrete.

“I drew this guy,” he said.