Chapter 6At the wheel of his Nissan GT-R Nismo, Kenta ordered the voice app to start the trackers for his computer, iPad, and leather bag. The computer or iPad had to be turned on for it to track, but the bag, an expensive one he got in the Honolulu airport, was supposed to give a constant signal, though it didn’t. He drummed his fist on the steering wheel, waiting for the pulse of the little dot.
As he pulled out of his apartment parking lot into the morning traffic, he hoped that the computer and iPad were with the bag. Once he found those, things would be fine.
His computer would have a month of video backups, along with outtakes, behind-the-scenes, and close-up shots—normally the kind of unedited footage he sold to the highest-bidding porn site. He’d have to delete all that, but vide
