When he turns down the next street, he glances in the rear view mirror.  A man walks out to the U-Haul.

Kevin slows to a crawl.  He then digs in his briefcase, and pulls out a thick folder.  He opens it to view his latest addition.  His hands quiver when he compares the man with the photograph.

“Hair is darker, but he could’ve colored it.  He also must’ve shaved the goatee.  Other than that . . . God, it sure looks like him.”