IT’S ONE GUY,” Jackson stated. “Well let’s just say it looks like it’s just one.”

     “Been seein’ Jean Dixon again, have we?” Schofield was trying for humor again.

     “On those days one person would have had to travel between islands,” Jackson said “Only one person’s ID didn’t check out.”

     “What do you mean by ‘didn’t check out?’”

     “When I looked up the names on the manifests,” Jackson said, “everyone matched a legitimate social security number on all available flights, except for one person on each of those travel days.”

     “You said matched,” Schofield questioned. “People don’t have to give their social security numbers to fly inter-island.”

     “I misspoke,” Jackson said. “Everyone -- when I looked up their names in the social security database -- had social security numbers attached to those names, except for our potential perp.”

     “Did he use the same name each time?” asked Schofield.

     “No,” Jackson said. “Different.

     “And when we checked the rental car companies, we got their copy of his driver’s licenses that matched the names he used on the tickets.”

     “So we know he’s sophisticated enough to fake IDs” Schofield surmised.

     “Then we got the starting and ending mileages for each car he rented and compared them to the locations of our fender benders,” Jackson continued.

     “Don’t tell me,” Schofield interrupted, “they match up with how far he would have had to drive from the airport to each accident and back again.”

     “Not in every case,” Jackson said. “The fewer the accidents on a particular island, the closer the match. Kauai was dead bang on, but then there was only one accident there. Oahu was the hardest to verify until we got a bead on the hotel he stayed at.”

     “Same name as the one on the rental agreement?” Schofield anticipated.

     “Yup,” Jackson said. “Factoring that in, we were only short by about a half mile.”

     “So you figure he’s our guy?” Schofield asked. “Did the ID pictures all match?”

     “No,” Jackson said. “The eyes were the same color and the descriptions on each license were identical: 6’2”, 252 lbs. Brown eyes. Gray hair. Even the date of birth. But each face looked entirely different. Different hair -- from shaggy to military cuts. Different beard and mustache. Different sideburns. Enough variation to have each picture look different.”

     “Glasses?”

     “Yes and no. When yes, several different kinds. Even different complexions. But at least we narrowed it down to one person,” Jackson concluded.

     “And to answer the $64,000 question -- yes, these variations notwithstanding, we’ve got a match with the defendant.”