By midmorning, the Bennetts were already in motion.
Noah stood in the back alley behind the photography studio, clipboard in hand, going over the security contractor’s checklist. A sleek black van from Bennett Security Solutions was parked at the curb, technicians unloading discreet cameras, reinforced locks, and motion sensors.
Inside, Nadyia paced near the counter with Ethan in his career, watching Liam as he tested the back door’s lock and jiggled the handle.
“Does this always stick like that?” Liam asked without looking up.
“Yeah,” she admitted, chewing her lip. “It catches sometimes.”
“Not anymore,” he muttered. “We’ll swap it for a keypad with auto-lock.”
Noah entered, nodding toward the back. “We’re running a cable line through the alley and routing all feeds to a private clou
