"What did I just do," tears were forming in my eyes.She grabbed a tissue and carefully dried my face. "The makeup will befine dear, you're quite skill...d, you do understand. If I didn't know Iwas to see Michael this afternoon I would never have guessed it was you." Sara," What was that Michael, did you say Sara?"I shook my head yes, "It was Hallie but I like Sara, can you call me thatplease? Michael does feel right, you know?"She smiled and moved closer taking both of my hands into her own,. She glanced at her phone. No messages. She was still very much the new girl at school and, aside from a few conversations about makeup and some reality TV show everyone seemed to be watching, she had not yet made any real friends. Her long, lonely lunchtimes were spent largely trying to get a glimpse of the muscular sixth form boys, whilst pretending to be in a rush so as to not admit to any observer that she had no where to go.Her mind turned to the assembly. Two boys had sat directly behind. The hair is almost dead on the same. Check every pic we have on Schwartz as an adult. Her hair is up.The whole thing of red lipstick on red flesh is confirmed. Schwartz pulled the necessary image from an auto-digital camera. I have two shots. You have seen one—the cover of that catalog. The other is the long shot it was taken from, with some muscle types blurred out. Finding the cover shot in this wide field takes skill. Evidently it has already made the rounds at the nose bleed level. Richards. Everyone, from every department, had gathered around and clapped loudly the moment she stepped inside.Captain Pillar stepped forward, and extended his hand."Fine work, Harker," he said, shaking her hand. "You're a credit to the force."Grace reluctantly shook his hand back."We, uh, still have a lot of work to do," Grace said. She looked at the crowd of faces; coworkers, friends, acquaintances, all happy for her."Of course," Pillar said. "But you found your man. A six-year-long manhunt ends.