“Understandable, so go ahead.”
While Greg worked, Zeke went into the kitchen to make them coffee. He returned, put their cups on the desk, and got a chair from the dining room, setting it next to Greg’s.
“Remember, the guy’s ten years older now, so the mug shots are out of date that way,” Zeke pointed out. “I was going to have a guy I know age them for me, but I think we can do this without that happening.”
“If we go by facial structure and ear shapes, we can.”
“You know about the ears? I’m impressed.”
Greg gave a weak grin. “Comes from my misspent hours watching true crime TV.”
Zeke grimaced, because that wasn’t something he ever did. He dealt with enough real crime in his business. He didn’t need it as entertainment, too.
It was easy to eliminate at least half the photos Rory had
