Sam smiled slightly, finally stepping forward. He reached into his jacket pocket, pulled out his leather wallet, and flipped it open. The gold detective shield gleamed under the harsh terminal lights right in front of her face. “Detective Sam Jenkins, Armed Offense Specialist,” Sam announced smoothly. “Ma’am… you’ve got the wrong person.”
Nicole’s jaw dropped instantly. The words died in her throat as the color completely drained from her cheeks. She stared at the shield, her eyes wide with total horror. Trembling, she pulled out her phone, opened up a news article from the night before, and held it out for everyone to see. “I thought you were this man,” she whispered frantically, pointing at the screen. “The CEO who ruined all those pensions. Look at the photo!”
The supervisor and the manager leaned in. The man in the high-resolution mugshot possessed the exact same sharp jawline, high cheekbones, and close-cropped buzz cut as Sam. The structural resemblance was completely uncanny.