Isabella got home and changed into her pyjama and a comfortable t-s**t, wearing fluffy slippers. She let her tightly tied hair loos and sat down on her computer. She started typing, Clayris has given her temporary access of the satellites and she will be using it for some good use. She sat back, she has already entered the face and computer has scanned it, now all it is got to do is give her face that matches it. She has already digitalised the face and right now is just waiting for any CCTV camera that might have caught his face in recent years.
This criminal is not very genius, if she thinks about it. Using a dead’s person’s name is a dead giveaway. He must be roaming around freely, maybe even when these things were going on. Isabella yawned, sitting on a chair and looking at the screen
