“If you can’t do it, just say no.”
“No,” said Freddy.
“Listen, just do me this one favor. Just think about it before you say no.”
“I already said no, and I did think about it. If I got caught nosing around FBI background records, driver’s license data, and did an unauthorized disclosure, you know what would happen?”
“Don’t get caught,” said Orville.
“They’d fire my ass, then they’d arrest me, and I’d spend the next year and a half trying to explain to a federal judge how I was just doing a little favor for a friend. No thanks. And you know you should be very careful even asking me to do that.”
“That’s why I’m talking to you on your cell phone,” said Orville.
“Tell me what you’re looking for. You think the man’s got a criminal history?”
“No. I think you’re going to find big blanks, long periods of time with no entries, and probably files you won’t be able to access.”
“You think he’s a spook.”
“Retired spook,” said Orville.
“Then the answer is hell no,” said Freddy.
“Listen. I can tell you there’s a good chance I’ll find more information in the images. I’m still working on them.”
“How did you get this stuff?”
“Over the transom,” said Orville. “He sent them by e-mail. I don’t know if he took the pictures or if somebody else did. But whatever I find I’ll share with you if you help me. It may be nothing, then again, your people may want to know.”
“And if it’s nothing and I do a background check on this guy and somebody finds out, then what? Even if it is something, how do I go to them and tell them how we got the information? NO!”
“Thanks,” said Orville.
“Anytime.”
“Listen, if you change your mind and find anything on this guy, give me a call and I’ll show you whatever I’ve got at this end.”
“Let’s get together for a drink sometime,” said Freddy.
“Sure thing. Just think about it,” said Orville. “That’s all I’m asking.”
“You’re crazy,” said Freddy. “Take care.”
Honeycutt heard the line go dead. He hung up the phone and checked his watch. Another few minutes and the lab staff downstairs would be gone for the day.
The smell of paint made it difficult to work. But it was the price that Honeycutt had to pay if he wanted to use the photo-editing lab after hours. The painter was still at it.
Tonight he was busy finishing some of the smaller offices and work areas in the basement. He had been at it since five, and if his schedule held he would knock off just before midnight to clean up and start again the following evening.
Now that Honeycutt was in the lab, he could see the images that Pike had sent him on the oversize high-definition screen, the figures enlarged to almost half their actual size.
In all, there were seven separate digital images, six original exposures that had been shot on the same date four months ago. The only exception was the attempted enlargement, the image that was so badly mangled by poor focus, resolution, and glare that it was worthless. From the digital data he couldn’t be certain when the enlargement was originally made, but it had last been opened and edited two days prior to Pike’s e-mail. That was probably when Pike realized it wasn’t going to get any better, gave up, and sent it in to be professionally processed.
Honeycutt knew from Pike’s e-mail that the attempted enlargement was something in the background of one of the other pictures. What he didn’t know was which one. Take his pick. There were six.
Pike probably assumed that the lab would work off his own failed enlargement, cleaning it up.
Honeycutt wanted to work from the original rather than Pike’s degraded copy so that he could use the lab’s software to render the enhancements and get the best image possible.
Worse, Pike’s enlargement failed to copy sufficient file data from the original shot so that the original could be easily identified.
To Honeycutt, Pike’s enlargement was nothing but a white fuzzy blur with a few dark lines on it. With nothing else to orient him, finding the original picture and then locating the tiny speck in the background that represented Pike’s target took the better part of an hour. It was like finding a single piece to a jigsaw puzzle in one of six different puzzle boxes.
He looked for color, the shade of white in the enlargement, and then tried to imagine how small it might be in the original digital frame.
There was a piece of white cloth on a flat boulder off to one side in one of the pictures. Not it.
One of the men was holding a sheet of paper. He appeared in four of the shots, holding the paper in a different position with differing shadows and shades of light in each one. Honeycutt was able to eliminate two of them just by looking, and then used the magnification of the software to eliminate the other two.
When he finally found what he was looking for, Honeycutt suddenly realized what was happening in the pictures, the arm gestures and all the frenetic movement. The item in question provided the missing context for the photographs because the old man kept pointing at it. Only the stop-action of the camera’s shutter kept his outstretched finger from getting there.
The men in the pictures weren’t just talking, they were arguing. If Honeycutt had to guess, what they were arguing about had to do with the square white speck in the distance, the one on the table behind them, near the house. It was this document that Pike was trying to read.
Honeycutt went to work quickly. Resolution and glare reduction were easy. Computerized algorithms had to be applied to provide proper focus. The camera’s auto focus had seized on the moving figures in the foreground, so the item in the distant background was beyond the focal point of the camera’s lens. The digital software effectively re-created the enlarged image of the document by using computerized numerical probabilities and refocused the enhanced image. The sharp edges of paper came into clear view.
Honeycutt could now see more than a single page, a stack of pages, maybe ten, maybe twenty, he couldn’t tell. They were large sheets if the size of the table was any measure. The pages covered the width of the table from one side to the other; he guessed maybe three feet top to bottom and not quite as wide. The white speck looked much smaller in the original photograph because of the oblique angle from which it had been photographed, with the paper lying flat on the table.
Enhanced and enlarged on the big screen he could see that the pages were bound together, with what looked like tape all along the far edge at the top. But the angle made it impossible to make out details on the page, only a mirage of lines and curves, as if their shadow seemed to float just off the surface of the paper. There was some kind of detailed drawing on the top page. That was clear.
Using the software it was possible to attempt to re-create the image from a less oblique, even perpendicular angle, as if the item had levitated up off the table to face the camera. The problem was that the accuracy and reliability of such a computer-generated “veritable” photograph, given the distance involved in the original shot, was sketchy at best. The algorithms of the software could reproduce the Mona Lisa, but they needed at least a minimal amount of basic information from the original before they could do it. Honeycutt could be left with large pixilated blanks if the data was not sufficient in the original image for the magic of the algorithms to fill in the missing information. But he had gone too far to quit now. He checked his watch. It was after eight o’clock.
It took him forty minutes and three separate attempts tweaking and adjusting the parameters of the program before he was able to come up with something that even looked as if it might work. It came back not as an image, but as a list of numbers several pages in length on the screen. Honeycutt sent the coded instructions to the wide-format printer in the other room. He then leaned back in the chair, took off his glasses, and rubbed his eyes. He was getting hungry, it was late, time to go home.