An hour passed before the photos were downloaded onto Richard’s laptop and the mystery man cropped, enlarged, and printed.
“This guy looks familiar, Richard.”
He laughed. “So who’s on the conspiracy trail now?”
“No, I mean it. I’ve seen him before.”
Richard laughed again. “These are the blurriest, most out-of-focus images I’ve ever seen. Especially blown up like this. How can you tell anything about him?”
“Believe me or don’t believe me, Richard, but I’ve seen this man before. Just give me some time to remember where.”
“Take all the time you want.”
Michelle waved her hand around with one finger extended. “And you know what? I don’t think it was that long ago.”
“Okay then, conspiracy lady.” He chuckled some more. “Have at it.”