CHAPTER 6Amy jumped when Henry placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Wow," she said, "Perfect timing!"
He took a seat next to her in front of a computer terminal.
Perspiration dotted the young agent's brow, steaming her glasses. Her hair desperately needed combing.
"I only saved one match, but it sure strikes me as more than a coincidence."
She clicked on an icon and the screen immediately split into two. Slowly, dual images filled the blank spaces line by line.
"Look at this," Gold said.
The image on the left, quite distinct, appeared to be a hand drawing on the inside cover of a book. The other, much fainter, was a tattoo on a man's forearm. On first glance they appeared like something one would doodle on a blank sheet of paper, to get the ink flowing in one's pen, for example, except
