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As soon as Mike got to the station house, he went in search of Leon, the detective who handled the facial recognition program. He found him in what was laughably called the break room, getting coffee.
“I need you to run these,” Mike said, handing Leon the folder.
Leon looked at the photos. “Which men?”
“Yeah, that would help. These two.” Mike showed him.
“Okay. With luck, they both have driver’s licenses, which will give us a good start.”
“I know. Once you get names and addresses, I can go from there.”
They went up to Leon’s small office. Mike tried to curb his impatience while Leon did his thing. He knew it would take time, so when Leon got a hit on the blond few minutes later, he was somewhat surprised.
“He’s one Grant L. Newton.” He printed out the information on Newton’s driver’s license then went back to his search, telling Mike, “No wants or warrants for him. Now for the other guy.”