“Where are you?” Gary asked as soon as Steve answered his phone.
“Still at work. Yes, I know it’s late, but I wanted to do as you suggested and I was too busy with things for clients to get started on it before it was time to close for the day.”
“Any results?”
“I’ve barely begun. I had to get a photocopy of Ayers’ license, first.”
“Okay. I’ll leave you to it and fix something for dinner that keeps.”
“Stew.”
“That works.”
After hanging up, Steve went back to work. A few minutes later he’d gotten two hits on Blaine Ayers picture, both from over three years ago, in Chicago—but none in Denver. Maybe I’m barking up the wrong tree. Just because he’s got a twin doesn’t mean the guy looks anything like him. Not all twins are identical.
That didn’t stop him from continuing. As he scrolled t
