"These are photos from the few cameras around the city. They were gotten from videos, so they are not the best.
Take a look and tell me if you can glean any extra information."
Taking the pictures Chiara pulled from inside a folder, I began flipping through them, carefully studying each one.
"This should be from the airport," I tapped on the second image.
"Yeah, she came here from Switzerland under a false identity, Gia Mondreas.
We tried tracing her movement in Switzerland, but other than stepping into the airport over there, there's nothing."
I silently flipped through a few more images, stopping at one quite familiar.
"Isn't this Bella Italia?"
"Yeah, apparently she was a customer."
"Normal people don't go to your Cafe."
"Yeah, I know," Chiara rubbed her forehead. "But you can't expect me to begin tracking every new face that comes in and has a heavy meal."
"True," I had to agree.
