The FLIR
displayed an image of the woman approaching Martin’s car, in varying colours
depicting levels of heat. It zoomed in. Her body was perfectly silhouetted in
blue, beneath her mink coat. Her chest was a warmer colour, although her hands
were gloved her finger tips were ice blue.
She leaned into the car window for a second. The zoom had her profile in
view. There was a bulge on her belly. A finer zoom showed another little person
curled inside her, fully formed. Only Ravi watched, the rest of the team’s
were focused on the biometrics and search data. Then she stepped back
from the car and folded her arms. The software tracking system deconstructed
her image and began its automatic online search. Almost instantly the screen
flashed.
“We have a
match,” said Danny. “It’s … it's Anya Kolenski … Russian model … born Moscow …
1989 ... been living in Vilnius since 2009 … that’s it … nothing else … she’s
clean …”
“Oh, that’s
funny,” said TK. “She’s kicking the car door… ha ha,” he chuckled. “Now she’s
shouting at him … They're having a lovers tiff … Oh … She’s gone inside … Ravi,
he’s on the move again.”
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