“I got into the depths of Madam X’s website,” Vic announced when he arrived at the shop, only moments after I had. “It took half the night, so excuse me if I’m not my usual bright, cheerful self this morning.” He dropped down in front of the computer before asking, “Do you know all there is to know about cameras, now?”
He did look worn out, his eyes red-rimmed, his shoulders sagging as he rested his elbows on the desk.
“I do. All I have to do is remember it when the time comes. Is her site as bad as we expected?”
“God help me, it’s worse. What kind of people…?” He didn’t finish his sentence, booting up the computer instead and then, I saw when I walked behind him, he went to the heavily encrypted email server that Foster’s people had set up for us. There was only one email, which was al
