Peter
I turned slowly and turned on the bank of screens that showed the recordings of all the rooms during the conference. I rewound the tapes to when Matt and Tony had first arrived before they went sprinting off the first time. Their luggage hadn’t been spectacular. They had spent so little time in the room and hadn’t said anything. Instead, Matt had spent a lot of his time texting someone on his phone. Tony sat across the room, facing the door with his phone in his hand.
It had been obvious that they had known they were being watched, still, I scanned the room, searching for a laptop of some sort, but there hadn’t been one, which meant there was no way I could hack into their files using their IP address.
A shame, though I suppose it would have been too easy. The same had been true
