CHAPTER TWENTY
BY LATE AFTERNOON THE following day Lizzie and Nathan were down in the computer lab.
“Ready?”
“Roll it.”
They started the Wednesday video from eleven a.m., when the restaurant opened.
At twelve-eighteen, they spotted the man they were looking for as he walked into the restaurant. They watched him follow the hostess to a table, interact with the waiter, then pick up his drink.
“Wow,” Lizzie breathed. “Trish wasn’t kidding. He could almost be Grant’s double, except for... Hey, stop. Can we roll that back about three seconds?”
“Sure,” the tech said.
“Okay, play, and... pause,” Lizzie said. “Can you zoom in?”
“There,” she said excitedly, and pointed at the enlarged view. “Right there. See it?”
“What?”
“Right there,” she said again. “He has a scar just under his jawlin
