He studied the portrait for a few minutes trying to place the resemblance and then he reached for his backpack where he kept the background files he’d been given in Texas by the man who calls himself Bayer. He set the photo aside and flipped through the file until he got to the DIA’s official portrait of Carlos Ruiz-Romero. The likeness was staggering. The girl in the picture looked like a female version of Carlos.
“Craze, come look at this.” Gerheim put the top back on a box he was searching and joined Shake to look at the two photos. “Damn, Shake. She’s a spitting image, ain’t she?” He picked up the photo to look more closely. “Same eyes, cheekbones, jaw line and every other facial feature. That could easily be Carlos’ mother.”
“Yeah. So what’s a picture of Carlos Ruiz-Romero’s mom doi
