“We couldn’t find any pictures of the best friend, Jacob Shipman, on any surveillance cameras, on and off the streets, because he altered his face to look like Arthur so he could use his identity.”“He did what?” Myles asked before Owen could say another word.“Her brothers are here,” Clara reported. “Save the story so you can tell everybody at the same time.”“Yeah. I still have to put everything together,“ Jeremy answered, oblivious to the people buzzing around him, amazed at his talent. “We found you, motherfucker!” He yelled at the screen. He was passionate about his work. And finding the bad guys always gave him the satisfaction that he could locate them when no one else could.“Okay folks, settle down.” Clara gestured as Regina’s brothers arrived. “We’re moving to the meeting room to accommodate everyone. Jere, we’ll wait for you there.”“I’m sending the files now,” Jeremy answered.“What you see on the screen is a picture of Jacob Shipman, 29, Arthur Johnson’s best friend and l
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