“Here we go,” Kiley said. “We’ll finally have names.”
Evan looked back in time to see Kiley pause on a driver’s license of the oldest guy. “Does this guy look like one of the phenotype sketches to you?”
Evan took a good look. “Totally.”
“And the age matches one of the ages Philips provided from the DNA.” She flashed Evan a big smile and zoomed in further. “Guy’s name is Kahram Darzi. Ever heard of him?”
“No.” Evan memorized the man’s face so that if he saw him,he would be able to detain him. Long chin. Hook nose. Mole by his right eye.
Kiley moved to the next ID. “Ehsan Rostami.”
“Never heard of him either.” Evan took in the photo. This guy was good-looking. Big eyes. Long lashes. High cheekbones. Wide jaw. “Matches the other sketch.”
“So these are the guys from the container. We finally have their names.” Her smile widened as she looked back at the phone. “They have the same address.”
Evan had noticed the same thing. “We know they’re not living in the U.S., so the address is likely bogus.”
“Or set up in case someone like Pilcher needed to confirm their IDs.” Kiley started the video playing again, and they watched until Pilcher walked away.
“I’m going to run their licenses.” Kiley reversed the video and got out her laptop to start typing. “DMV records look legit.”
She grabbed her phone and tapped the screen. “Cam, good. I’m assuming Sean sent you Pilcher’s body-cam footage. I need all the information you can gather on the two men he stopped. And I want Mack or Sean to get eyes on their apartment ASAP and keep them there.” She pursed her lips as she listened. “If these guys are spotted, make sure I hear about it right away.”
Evan quickly checked on Yasdi’s apartment again but saw no sign of her.
Kiley ended her call and went back to her computer. “I’ll take a screenshot of the licenses and crop the picture so I can show them to Yasdi without the identifying details.” She worked for the next few minutes and then glanced up. “Any sign of her?”
“No. You put someone on the suspects’ apartment. Do you really think we’ll find them there?”
“Sounds like you don’t.”
“Honestly, I don’t. Not after Pilcher checked their IDs. I would expect them to be too paranoid about the stop blowing their cover.”
“You could be right,” she said, not sounding as if she liked it. “We’ll wait to talk to Yasdi, then head back to the office to plan a raid on their apartment.”
As Evan nodded, Olin’s face flashed in his mind. He touched the ugly scar that reminded him of his failure. Vivid images of the scene outside Sapin’s house popped into his brain. Sapin barreling out the door, the automatic rifle in hand. Firing as he rushed them. Olin taking a bullet. Dropping. Blood pouring from his chest. His face paling. Dying.
Evan looked at Kiley, and his gut tightened.
If these men are in the apartment, don’t let history repeat itself. Please.
CHAPTER 19
KILEY SHOT UP IN HER SEATand zoomed in on the woman’s face as she slid a key in the lock for apartment 2B. Kiley glanced at her phone to compare this woman to Yasdi’s DL picture.
“Looks like that’s her.” Kiley handed the binoculars to Evan.
Evan quickly focused on her, then lowered the binoculars. “Right. Let’s go see what she has to say.”
Kiley stepped out, and the cool wind blowing off Puget Sound washed over her body as the sun started its descent toward the horizon. She shivered and wrapped her arms around her midsection.
They waited for traffic to clear before rushing across the street. By the time they reached the second-floor landing, Yasdi had entered her apartment. Kiley approached the door and knocked loudly.
Yasdi opened the door a crack, leaving a chain lock in place. Curiosity mixed with caution in her gaze as she peered out the opening. “Can I help you?”
“Ms. Yasdi?” Kiley asked.
“Yes.” Wariness coated the single word, which spoke to years of distrust.
