Actually, he seems unusually calm and isn’t resisting. Often you build up an idea of a confrontation in your mind and it’s nothing like what you actually find. Other times, a simple traffic stop can result in gunfire. He’s just lying there in his blue jeans and polo shirt, acting as if this is all a mistake.

Knoll has a binder of all the faces that came up as probable matches before. He flips through them and stops at one photograph and shows it to me. It’s him. Or a close enough match. I’m willing to bet the guy on the ground uploaded his face at one point to the face-matching site to see if he had a double.

Or someone else did. Damn the uncertainty. At least we know the man we caught is connected somehow.

Knoll is thinking the same thing I am. Why was the Warlock looking for a double in the first place? Was he just curious? We have a face match, but it’s only circumstantial. We can’t hold him unless we find something that ties him to Rosa. We need to prove he called her.

I walk over to the agent checking the SIM card. He’s pulled up a log of phone calls and is checking them against Rosa’s number. None of them match. He uses another piece of software to see if any of them called proxies.

Meanwhile, the forensic team is still searching the truck. They could be looking for days. If he ditched the phone or just the SIM, we won’t have anything to arrest him on. We’ll have to let him go right here.

Swapping SIM cards has become an important part of criminal activity from drug trafficking to credit card fraud. We’ve busted gangs that issue members pill containers with a different SIM card for each day of the week. They take one out each day, then toss it after they’re done. It makes tracking them a nightmare.

One of the agents who made the arrest hands Knoll the man’s driver license. It’s a Georgia license with the name Michael Haywood. If it’s legit, at least we know his name. If it’s not and we can prove it’s a fake, we have a reason to hold him.

Knoll calls the license in to check it. I take another look at the man on the ground. I walk around to see his face. I’m still wearing the blond wig and the sunglasses. He glances up at me then away, but I can tell. He does a double-take just for a moment. He recognizes me but doesn’t want me to know he does.

If I wasn’t wearing the disguise he probably would have pretended to feign ignorance. It’s the wig and glasses that make him doubt himself.

It’s him.

Knoll hangs up his phone. “License checks out. He matches the description of Michael Haywood. No priors. No tickets. No warrants.”

The forensic team remove a laptop and a police radio scanner from his vehicle. Incriminating as the scanner may be, we’ll need a warrant if we want to search the laptop. Knoll walks over to the suspect for permission. The man on the ground says no in a barely audible voice.