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Chapter 98 Identified
He looked at the pictures being sent to his computer by the team. The pictures weren't good and he couldn't tell yet. A woman could change her appearance so easily. A change in hair color and make up and sometimes it was hard to tell. Making it even harder to tell was the poor quality of the pictures that were being sent to him.
His face flushed with anger. He paid to have the best people around him. The tracker whose job was to find his ex-fiancee should be performing at a much higher level. People who didn't meet his job performance standards were terminated, but not in a lethal way—well not usually.
"What do you think?" his assistant asked him.
"How the fuck should I know?" he yelled. "I can't tell a damned thing from these."
His assistant nodded.
A new batch of pictures came in. He studied them intently. Another picture came in and he swore.
"How the hell does this tracker idiot think that's her? It's not even a little close."
"That's why I didn't want to send a team. I had a feeling it wasn't her."
He looked at his assistant and thought about firing him. He didn't like it when his employees uttered even a wisp of criticism.
Well, first things first. He needed to deal with his incompetent tracker.
"Get rid of the tracker. Pay him off. I want a new tracker in place in three days. Smarter and better."
"Yes, sir. Do you want to interview them?"
"Have I ever interviewed them before in the past four years?"
"No, sir."
"What do you think my answer is based on that?"
"You want me to handle everything."
"Very good," he said. "You're practically a genius," he laid his sarcasm on extra thick.
His assistant scurried from the room before his boss started throwing things at him.