Chapter Forty-Nine
Frank’s computer equipment had taken over Sam’s office. For the past hour, Frank had shown and re-shown the piece of footage, which was just over a minute long. “There’s no time code on the video, and every second of video you see contains thirty frames. I don’t know how I caught it. Fluke, really, see? It’s just a slight shadow in the edging.” Frank pointed a long, bony finger to the laptop screen. “See? Look where you see Richard’s face. That second of video was thirty frames to alter, but that one spot by his right ear doesn’t meet the background. Whoever did this was good; this wasn’t an amateur.”
“I still don’t understand,” Sam said. “How did they get Richard’s face on this video?”
Frank was far from a geek. His prescription dark-framed glasses were always new, t
