The trio of Landoorans marched in, all three with frowns on their faces. Takamine opened his mouth to speak, but one of the policemen signaled to him to keep quiet and turned to speak to Phule. “Captain, that’s the damnedest trick I’ve ever seen. I thought a holo ID was supposed to be impossible to jigger, but it looks as if your boy’s figured it out, just to stall us. But it’s not gonna help him. If he sticks his nose outside this hotel, we’re hauling him in and asking questions later. I’ve got the security vids, and I’ll make sure everybody on the force knows that face. Now that I think of it, I’ve seen him around a few times, myself.”
“What are you talking about?” said Phule. “Nobody’s jiggered those files.” He was convinced that he was right until a tickle in the back of his mind that reminded him that Sushi, Do-Wop’s partner, was the company’s leading expert at electronic chicanery. If anybody on Landoor could alter a holo ID picture, it would be Sushi-or somebody he’d given lessons.
He closed his eyes and massaged the bridge of his nose again. “Let’s go see these jiggered pictures you’re talking about,” he said. He already had a very good idea what he was going to find when he got there.
But he was wrong.
Chapter 3
“I told you these files had been jiggered with,” said the policeman disgustedly. “No such thing as identical eleventuplets, not when they’re from eight or nine different planets. That’s the face of the guy that robbed this citizen’s place and beat him up. I’ve seen the vids, and they’re pretty clear. Somebody’s put the same face on all those files. So which one of ’em’s the original?” He pointed at the holofiles, showing the faces of the company’s converts to the Church of the King.