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The screen of his tablet displayed black-and-white security camera footage of the Winnipeg SlipGate terminal, and it was pretty much what you would expect. A bunch of people stood in line, shuffling slowly forward as they passed through scanners. No sign of Pennfield.
Not that he would have had much luck catching the man with the naked eye – not when the facial recognition software that analyzed the footage had been unable to do the job – but sometimes he had to try.
Chewing on his lower lip, Jack shut his eyes tight. “This is getting me nowhere,” he said. “Put the tablet down, Jack. If you don't see him after several hours, it's time to let go of your fun new obsession.”
He threw himself back against the plush couch cushions, turning his face up to the ceiling. “What do you think,
