Clive sat in the corner of the darkened FBI media forensics room as John Cranston hovered behind the tech who was manipulating the surveilance data they retrieved from the Al's Hardware Superstore in Henderson. "It's not a good angle," the tech complained as he scrubbed through a frame-by-frame of the less than ideal view of the lighting isle.
"It's the only shot we have. Just clean it up enough to get a decent profile." John said.
"I dont think I can get anything that will hold up in court."
"I just want something that will tell me who I'm looking for so Clive can shut down his illegal light bulbs ring."
The blocky image cleared up only marginally as the tech applied a series of filters. The tech grumbled as he tinkered with a few subtle settings trying to bring out more detail, but there were no perfect results. "This is the best I can do."
"Its a little fuzzy," John complained.
"The camera is too far away and the image resolution was terrible to begin with."
"We have a description from Edward," Clive offered.
"Yeah, a middle-aged white guy with brown hair. We'll round up everyone who matches that description and lock them up in Cashman Field until we find our man."
"We have the customer records. The demographics of the shoppers at that store. We can narrow it down somehow."
"Clive, I think you watch too much goddamn television. There's no magic computer program thats going to read through tens of thousands of customer records and spit out a list of suspects," John snarked.
"Well, actually," the tech interrupted. "We do have limited access to the NSA's Deep Green analysis engine. I could set up a few simple search parameters and . . ."
"I dont think the NSA wants us to use their system to track down the light bulb mafia."
"Well, actually, we have a pretty wide open window and our search parameters would be relatively small compared to what Deep Green can handle. We could even feed it our still image and it could compare it to profile images it could easily extrapolate from DMV records and . . ."
"Lets do it," Clive said. He didnt want John Cranston to overrule the tech. He just didnt care anymore about John's authority. If saving the planet from climate change was the goal, following rules and regulations would sometimes have to be pushed aside for those ends.
It took the tech less than twenty minutes to establish criteria for the Deep Green system. The algorythm ran for less than ten minutes and was already providing results in the form of a local heat map. The system looked at everything from DMV records and purchase histories at local hardware stores to web searches and a list of other key demographics like political affiliations, age and gender. The heat map resolved slowly producing three bright regions within the Henderson area. "We have it narrowed to a few neighborhoods." The tech said. "This is about as close as we can get without being able to feed the system more specific information."
"We cant search every single house," John remarked.
"You really dont have to search every home. You can drill down into the heat maps and see probability results for each home in the hot zone."
"We go for the high probability homes first. We can surveil them somehow. Watch them," Clive offered, not caring what the procedure for such a thing might be.
"Yeah, we can do that Clive." John admitted reluctantly.