“This shot I took is so blurred, it’s hard to tell if they’re the same person or not,” Salt complained. “But it looks like Danny.”
“If it is, that would explain why he tried to make you give up the plate.”
“Sure, he knew the car license number would be a tip-off to the police. But maybe the bird isn’t Danny.”
“I wish we were certain. Salt, couldn’t Jerry identify him from the picture you took?”
“Maybe. Jerry saw Deevers several times before he was put away in the pen.”
“Then why not take the picture to the hospital now?”
“Okay,” agreed Salt. “Let’s go.”
Fifteen minutes later, at the hospital, they sought unsuccessfully to pass a receptionist who sat at a desk in the lobby.
“Sorry, visiting hours are over,” she explained.
“We’re from the Star,” Salt insisted. “We have to see Jerry Livingston on an important business matter.”