“He’s finally made his move,” Dylan said late Friday evening, speaking about Tiger241. “He gave me a picture of himself and asked for one of me.” He showed Mars the picture he’d received from their perp.
Mars came over to look and snorted. “It could be anyone, since it’s cut off right above the chin. Which one are you going to send him?”
Dylan opened a file of pictures they’d created. “This one, I think. I’m supposed to be too shy to actually want to meet up with him…yet.” It was a photo of Dylan, his face mostly hidden by the cellphone he’d used to take the selfie—one of several he’d done in preparation for this. He was wearing only a pair of jeans, his hand on the zipper as if he was about to pull it down.
“That should do it. I take it he’s hinted the two of you should get together.”
