"I need to find Eames," James said. He held up the phone he'd retrieved from the pile. "I have his phone, and something else he'll want back. I need to find him." And if this guy wasn't him, James was done, ready to move on. Eames could be anywhere, he could still be inside a cell, and James was desperate to find him.
He started to move around the guy, but glanced back. "You could help me look for him." It wasn't like James had to tell Ed what Eames looked like, he'd seen a reasonable example in the mirror probably all his life. James would never understand how there could be two of the same person, or look alikes that literally looked like the same person. It was all too weird to think about.