What they could see of his hair was dark brown, but he wore a cap pulled quite low over his face. He was wearing a long Harris tweed coat, jeans, and cowboy boots. His hands were stuffed into his pockets as he headed for the lift.
The next sighting was on the stairwell outside Rushton's office. Again, they had no clear shot of his face; he was looking toward the receptionist and appeared very relaxed, shaking her hand, as she turned to direct him through the reception doors into Rushton's office complex.
The next footage was of the same man entering Rushton's office. Though they had only his back, they could see him talking and gesturing. They could also see the fear in Rushton's face. Both Anna and Langton knew what was being said because they had listened to the tape; watching it in mute was fascinating. He was so tall, he almost blocked out the whole picture; then he started to unbutton his coat. Still talking, he casually eased the tweed coat off; beneath it was a black polo-neck sweater. He held the coat in his right hand and then half turned; he walked away from the desk to toss the coat aside, but even full face to camera, with the baseball cap pulled down so low they couldn't see all of it.
"Is it him?" Langton asked softly.
"I don't know, his nose doesn't look the same, nor his mouth." His cheekbones were sculptured, and he had a dimple in the crevice of his chin.