One unfinished piece of business was still haunting me. I had conned the DMV into sending me a copy of Eric Heinz’s driver’s license, but I’d used my safety precaution of having the first Kinko’s forward it to a second one—just in case law enforcement had caught on and was staking out the place, waiting for me. Since what I picked up had been faxed twice, the image was so grainy that it hadn’t been much help. I still wanted to get the driver’s license photographs of Wernle, Ways, and Heinz to see if any of them were the same person.