Several days passed in a row. Scarlett was so exhausted her head spun and her eyes blurred, yet she still had no results. She was almost ready to give up.
She rubbed her swollen eyes. "Phew, I'll look a little longer, then go back and rest."
She moved the mouse and continued browsing through the photos.
Suddenly,
a photograph froze on the screen. Looking at the middle-aged white man in it, Scarlett suddenly felt a sense of familiarity.
Scarlett cried out,
"It's him!"
The others immediately gathered around when they heard Scarlett shout. Pointing at the screen, she said, "Look up everything on this man immediately."
The others began searching and quickly got the results. "This is a photo of someone entering through San Francisco Airport. The man in the photo is Bulgarian, named Dimitar Penev. He entered the country one day ago and came to the United States as a tourist. What, do you think there's something suspicious about him?"
"Look at his eyes. Don't they resemble that 'Jason'?" Scarlett continued staring at the screen.
The others looked at the comparison photos side by side. Someone said hesitantly, "I... don't really see it."
Scarlett shook her head firmly. "I feel like they're the same person. Notify the San Francisco FBI branch immediately and find this man. Tell them to be careful. This guy is very likely 'Jason.' He's dangerous."
"Are you sure, Scarlett?" the captain asked.
"Yes. My intuition tells me this guy is extremely suspicious." Scarlett still firmly believed in her instincts.
Scarlett had been brought into the special task force precisely to make use of her intuition. Since they had chosen to trust her from the start, they would follow that lead. The captain immediately contacted the San Francisco FBI branch, invoked the special task force's authority,