"
"No sweat," said Cade. "I have a null cable. We'll hook the lappies up and
send the pics to my box."
And so it was. Cade accompanied Jeremy and his little group to the WNN
offices, who -- after seeing the camera's contents on the tiny flip-out screen
-- sent someone to buy a camera like Jeremy's in order to get the software
needed to transfer and remove the pictures from the camera.
The news honcho coughed up several thousand dollars when Jeremy swore there
were no other copies -- a lie he'd have told anyway to keep his own copies --
and the group returned to the hotel.
Half an hour later, Cade had a copy of all the pictures. He sat at the desk
in his fourth-floor room and studied each picture in turn as he cleaned his
Glock and replaced the rounds he'd fired, then he chose three of the best
pictures to print.
Cropping away everything but the woman's face, he printed the pictures as
full-page images and studied her some more over a cup of instant coffee.
Even as Cade had examined the smaller pictures on the laptop's screen, he'd
begun to feel certain that -- somewhere, at some time -- he'd either seen the
woman before or seen someone who could damned near be her twin.
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