“Or maybe you were distracted by something else when you met him?” says Mitch.
He chews the lip. “Perhaps… James, could you print off that image, please.”
“Coming up.” James taps and the printer whirrs into life.
He prints half a dozen copies of the image, passing them around, then one more at A3 size, pinning it to the wall. “Good enough?”
“Perfect.” Klempner stands, looking closely, chewing at a thumbnail.
A minute later, James pins another up by it; a full body shot of the man. Klempner gives it a cursory glance then returns his attention to the face.
“You're over-thinking it,” says James. Move onto something else. Let your back-burner work on the problem. And now we all start tracing where he goes, follow the cameras. Watching to see where he goes in the hospital. Klempner... ma
