Look-Alikes
We returned to the station and went straight to Charlie’ desk. “We need to look at that software program,” Ribs said.
“Have you got a decent picture?” Charlie asked.
Ribs gestured to me. “Gino took one. It should be good, although he is notoriously bad at taking pictures.” Ribs laughed like hell, then said, “Just joking, Charlie. It’ll be a good picture—in other words, one I took.”
Charlie sat at his desk and brought up the site. “Sit down, Gino. You’re going to need to fill out a lot of forms to set up an account. They don’t make it easy.”
A half hour later, when the account was set up, I entered Hemphill’s picture as my own. It took a few minutes to process, then it displayed a message that said it was ready.
“Are we ready to go?”
“Ready as you’ll ever be, “Charlie sa
