“I know. But I don’t see—”
“The small photo found in Tokawto’s pocket was also of you, Mr. Brewster. Of you and a lad whom I presume to be your son. This boy, here.” He looked at Biff.
“Remember, Dad? I told you about that man at the airport snapping pictures of you, of you and me. Ted spotted him first,” Biff reminded his father.
Thomas Brewster nodded his head. “Well, Chief Kapatka, I can’t imagine why any criminal would be carrying a picture of me and my son.”
“But remember, Mr. Brewster, I said that man was carrying two pictures.”
“Yes.”
“The other picture was that of the missing Dr. Weber.”
The police chief’s last statement struck the group like a bombshell. For moments, nothing was said. The chief broke the silence.
“I’m sure that now you will see the connection,” he said.
“Yes,” Thomas Brewster replied. “There must be one. But just what? Have you any ideas?”