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Brody wasn’t arguing with any of that, facial recognition could do amazing things, and from a civilian standpoint it was almost foolproof. But he wasn’t sure, hadn’t ever been sure really, that this was a civilian thing. In a military context he’d been involved in more than one…thing…where someone had managed to trick the facial recognition but someone who knew that person could still spot them.
Maybe Libby hadn’t known him well, maybe they’d only talked once in a while, Brody still felt like she was going to be the best bet at figuring out who this guy was.
It hadn’t taken a lot of talking to get Inspector Hussein to let them use one of the tech-bays, she was clearly edging toward just as desperate as he was. She’d met them at the front lobby and walked them back into the dark little room.
“Is it just us?” Brody asked, stripping off his jacket.
“I figured you knew how to run the system, and I can get clearance for you to waste time and resources on a last-ditch, pie in the sky thing. Paying a person to sit here and do it for you is a little harder to justify.”
Brody dropped into the control seat, and pulled the other chair over for Libby.
“I’m sure it doesn’t help it looks like I’ve made all this up,” Libby muttered, taking the chair.
Inspector Hussein sighed, and leaned against the door. “I won’t say nobodies suggesting it. EMR certainly is.”
“You don’t believe them?” Libby asked.
“No.” Inspector Hussein scoffed. “I mean for their benefit I keep telling them I’ll talk about it once they show me how you managed to erase access to your records while simultaneously blowing yourself up. But even if they showed me, I still don’t think I’d buy it. You’ve got a lifetime of the kind of record that’s hard to fake.” She frowned. “And you know entirely too much to have done something this…sloppy.”
“I know too much?”
Brody gently tugged her down into the seat. “If you were hiding some kind of radical politics, or being the kind of person who thought it was okay to potentially cause severe damage to the city, you’d have been more successful at it because you have more practical experience with how city services and staffing work.”
Inspector Hussein nodded. “Just holding down your job doesn’t mean that, necessarily, but I’ve talked to you, and I’ve talked to your boss, and I’ve read enough of your background to know any plan you were likely to make wouldn’t have looked like this.”
“Even when we don’t really know what this one looks like?” Libby asked wryly.
“Wouldn’t have looked like the parts of this one we can see.” Inspector Hussein opened the door. “Let me know if you find anything.”
Brody turned the lights down, and then paused. “Do you need more light?”
She huffed. “You didn’t ask me this morning how my head was.”
“I asked if you were ready to go.”
“I’m fine.” She sighed. “What am I looking for exactly?”
“For right now, let’s see if we can narrow down our search to just the people who fit James’ general criteria.” He pulled up a search program. “Was he taller than you are?”
“Yes, but I don’t think a lot, shorter than you.”
Brody nodded. “Body type? Broad or narrow?”
“So we’ll input that as below two-hundred pounds given height. Skin color?”
“Real sun or fake?”
Brody set the skin tone range pretty wide in the middle, and then widened it further because it was actually really hard to get into a building without hitting the camera so that was the best place for a disguise. “So now we’ll let it crawl through all the people who entered the building before you two talked at the party. What time was it?”
“Party started at three, we talked after the keynote so probably three forty-five.”
“So we’ll say four just to be sure.” He set the system and sat back, giving it a second to work. He swiveled his chair over a little, so he could see her in the glow of the screen. “I was going to ask if you tried to restock the hotel bar.”
“No.” She glanced at him, smiling. “I didn’t. You’re right. He’s probably an asshole that doesn’t deserve me feeling bad about him.”
The system beeped, returning results.
“Does that say over a thousand,” Libby breathed, horrified.
“We’ll narrow from here. I knew it was going to be large.”
She cocked a brow at him.
“Why do you think they haven’t tried this already.” He shrugged. “Alright, so tell me anything you can remember about him from that day.”
“Like his clothes?”
“Blue jacket and pants, purple shirt.”
Brody grinned. He could work with that. “Light purple or dark purple?”
He cocked a brow at her, because that was specific.
She flushed. “I said I wasn’t interested, I didn’t say he wasn’t attractive. It was shiny and eggplant. The suit was dusty royal blue more than navy.”
He pulled up a color wheel. “Point out eggplant.”
She frowned. “Are you color blind?”
“No.” Brody shook his head. “But I’m assuming if you remember it as eggplant you’re thinking of a specific color, and the computer doesn’t think in color names, it thinks in hex values.”
She leaned across him and pointed to one on the screen. “Also known as you don’t know what color eggplant is.”
He grumbled. “If we find it in less than an hour you owe me dinner.”
“Hey, I wasn’t implying you aren’t good.”
“Uh hu.” He watched her. “Deal or no?”
“I already owe you dinner, that doesn’t make much of a bet.”
He could play along, and pretend it was just a question of he’d fed her that first night, at the Halcyon and now she owed him dinner. “I mean a real dinner, after this is over.”
“After…” Libby cocked a brow at him. “As in dinner dinner, and not because you feel obligated and I’m in trouble.” She flushed. “Fine.”