The traffic light changes to green, and I follow her to a nice residential neighborhood where she parks in front of a three-story building. I wait for her to get inside, then take two spins around the block to make sure the neighborhood is as safe as it seems. Once that’s done, I pull up in front of a closed store and grab my laptop out of the bag I left on the passenger seat.
The shortcut to access the confidential database is at the upper left corner of the screen. I breeze through the four-factor authentication to log on and enter the street name into a search query. The list of all known offenders and their addresses fills the page. I narrow the search down to a ten-block radius around my cub’s building and scrutinize the results. It takes me almost an hour to scan over the three bios
